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Almost
,
he
thought
.
“
There
are
men
here
who
will
hold
positions
of
importance
on
Arrakis
when
I
claim
those
Imperial
rights
which
are
mine
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Stilgar
is
one
of
those
men
.
Not
because
I
wish
to
bribe
him
!
Not
out
of
gratitude
,
though
I
’
m
one
of
many
here
who
owe
him
life
for
life
.
No
!
But
because
he
’
s
wise
and
strong
.
Because
he
governs
this
troop
by
his
own
intelligence
and
not
just
by
rules
.
Do
you
think
me
stupid
?
Do
you
think
I
’
ll
cut
off
my
right
arm
and
leave
it
bloody
on
the
floor
of
this
cavern
just
to
provide
you
with
a
circus
?
”
Paul
swept
a
hard
gaze
across
the
throng
.
“
Who
is
there
here
to
say
I
’
m
not
the
rightful
ruler
on
Arrakis
?
Must
I
prove
it
by
leaving
every
Fremen
tribe
in
the
erg
without
a
leader
?
”
Beside
Paul
,
Stilgar
stirred
,
looked
at
him
questioningly
.
“
Will
I
subtract
from
our
strength
when
we
need
it
most
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
I
am
your
ruler
,
and
I
say
to
you
that
it
is
time
we
stopped
killing
off
our
best
men
and
started
killing
our
real
enemies
—
the
Harkonnens
!
”
In
one
blurred
motion
,
Stilgar
had
his
crysknife
out
and
pointed
over
the
heads
of
the
throng
.
“
Long
live
Duke
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
he
shouted
.
A
deafening
roar
filled
the
cavern
,
echoed
and
re
-
echoed
.
They
were
cheering
and
chanting
:
“
Ya
hya
chouhada
!
Muad
‘
Dib
!
Muad
’
Dib
!
Muad
’
Dib
!
Ya
hya
chouhada
!
”
Jessica
translated
it
to
herself
:
“
Long
live
the
fighters
of
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
The
scene
she
and
Paul
and
Stilgar
had
cooked
up
between
them
had
worked
as
they
’
d
planned
.
