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A
robed
Fedaykin
courier
appeared
from
a
corner
of
the
passage
ahead
of
Paul
.
The
man
had
hood
thrown
back
and
fastenings
of
his
stillsuit
hanging
loose
about
his
neck
,
proof
that
he
had
come
just
now
from
the
open
desert
.
Paul
motioned
for
him
to
stop
,
left
the
hangings
of
the
door
and
moved
down
the
passage
to
the
courier
.
The
man
bowed
,
hands
clasped
in
front
of
him
the
way
he
might
greet
a
Reverend
Mother
or
Sayyadina
of
the
rites
.
He
said
:
“
Muad
’
Dib
,
leaders
are
beginning
to
arrive
for
the
Council
.
”
“
So
soon
?
”
“
These
are
the
ones
Stilgar
sent
for
earlier
when
it
was
thought
.
.
.
.
”
He
shrugged
.
“
I
see
.
”
Paul
glanced
back
toward
the
faint
sound
of
the
baliset
,
thinking
of
the
old
song
that
his
mother
favored
—
an
odd
stretching
of
happy
tune
and
sad
words
.
“
Stilgar
will
come
here
soon
with
others
.
Show
them
where
my
mother
waits
.
”
“
I
will
wait
here
,
Muad
’
Dib
,
”
the
courier
said
.
“
Yes
.
.
.
yes
,
do
that
.
”
Paul
pressed
past
the
man
toward
the
depths
of
the
cavern
,
headed
for
the
place
that
each
such
cavern
had
—
a
place
near
its
water
-
holding
basin
.
There
would
be
a
small
shai
-
hulud
in
this
place
,
a
creature
no
more
than
nine
meters
long
,
kept
stunted
and
trapped
by
surrounding
water
ditches
.
The
maker
,
after
emerging
from
its
little
maker
vector
,
avoided
water
for
the
poison
it
was
.
And
the
drowning
of
a
maker
was
the
greatest
Fremen
secret
because
it
produced
the
substance
of
their
union
—
the
Water
of
Life
,
the
poison
that
could
only
be
changed
by
a
Reverend
Mother
.
