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In
the
abrupt
silence
,
Paul
heard
the
wind
devils
playing
overhead
—
the
front
of
the
storm
.
Sand
began
to
drift
down
into
their
bowl
through
gaps
in
the
cover
.
A
burst
of
wind
caught
the
cover
,
whipped
it
away
.
Paul
motioned
his
Fedaykin
to
take
shelter
,
crossed
to
the
men
at
the
communications
equipment
near
the
tunnel
mouth
.
Gurney
stayed
beside
him
.
Paul
crouched
over
the
signalmen
.
One
said
:
“
A
great
-
great
-
great
grandmother
of
a
storm
,
Muad
’
Dib
.
”
Paul
glanced
up
at
the
darkening
sky
,
said
:
“
Gurney
,
have
the
south
wall
observers
pulled
out
.
”
He
had
to
repeat
his
order
,
shouting
above
the
growing
noise
of
the
storm
.
Gurney
turned
to
obey
.
Paul
fastened
his
face
filter
,
tightened
the
stillsuit
hood
.
Gurney
returned
.
Paul
touched
his
shoulder
,
pointed
to
the
blast
trigger
set
into
the
tunnel
mouth
beyond
the
signalmen
.
Gurney
went
into
the
tunnel
,
stopped
there
,
one
hand
at
the
trigger
,
his
gaze
on
Paul
.
