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From
his
position
squatting
at
Paul
’
s
left
,
Gurney
Halleck
said
:
“
I
count
nine
levels
to
it
.
Must
be
quite
a
few
Sardaukar
in
there
.
”
“
Five
legions
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
It
grows
light
,
”
Stilgar
hissed
.
“
We
like
it
not
,
your
exposing
yourself
,
Muad
’
Dib
.
Let
us
go
back
into
the
rocks
now
.
”
“
I
’
m
perfectly
safe
here
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
That
ship
mounts
projectile
weapons
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
They
believe
us
protected
by
shields
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
They
wouldn
’
t
waste
a
shot
on
an
unidentified
trio
even
if
they
saw
us
.
”
Paul
swung
the
telescope
to
scan
the
far
wall
of
the
basin
,
seeing
the
pockmarked
cliffs
,
the
slides
that
marked
the
tombs
of
so
many
of
his
father
’
s
troopers
.
And
he
had
a
momentary
sense
of
the
fitness
of
things
that
the
shades
of
those
men
should
look
down
on
this
moment
.
The
Harkonnen
forts
and
towns
across
the
shielded
lands
lay
in
Fremen
hands
or
cut
away
from
their
source
like
stalks
severed
from
a
plant
and
left
to
wither
.
Only
this
basin
and
its
city
remained
to
the
enemy
.
“
They
might
try
a
sortie
by
’
thopter
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
If
they
see
us
.
”
“
Let
them
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
We
’
ve
’
thopters
to
burn
today
.
.
.
and
we
know
a
storm
is
coming
.
”
