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”
Paul
glanced
across
the
shallow
bowl
,
studying
his
men
in
the
filtered
light
admitted
by
the
camouflage
cover
.
He
felt
time
creeping
like
an
insect
working
its
way
across
an
exposed
rock
.
“
It
’
ll
take
our
Sardaukar
a
little
time
afoot
before
they
can
signal
a
troop
carrier
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
They
are
being
watched
?
”
“
They
are
being
watched
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
Beside
Paul
,
Gurney
Halleck
cleared
his
throat
.
“
Hadn
’
t
we
best
be
getting
to
a
place
of
safety
?
”
“
There
is
no
such
place
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Is
the
weather
report
still
favorable
?
”
“
A
great
grandmother
of
a
storm
coming
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
Can
you
not
feel
it
,
Muad
’
Dib
?
”
“
The
air
does
feel
chancy
,
”
Paul
agreed
.
“
But
I
like
the
certainty
of
poling
the
weather
.
”
“
The
storm
’
ll
be
here
in
the
hour
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
nodded
toward
the
gap
that
looked
out
on
the
Emperor
’
s
hutment
and
the
Harkonnen
frigates
.
“
They
know
it
there
,
too
.
Not
a
’
thopter
in
the
sky
.
Everything
pulled
in
and
tied
down
.
They
’
ve
had
a
report
on
the
weather
from
their
friends
in
space
.
”
