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”
“
As
you
command
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
and
reluctance
was
heavy
in
his
tone
as
he
turned
to
obey
.
Communications
men
hurried
into
the
room
with
their
equipment
,
began
setting
up
near
the
massive
fireplace
.
The
Fremen
guard
that
augmented
the
surviving
Fedaykin
took
up
stations
around
the
room
.
There
was
muttering
among
them
,
much
darting
of
suspicious
glances
.
This
had
been
too
long
a
place
of
the
enemy
for
them
to
accept
their
presence
in
it
casually
.
“
Gurney
,
have
an
escort
bring
my
mother
and
Chani
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Does
Chani
know
yet
about
our
son
?
”
“
The
message
was
sent
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
“
Are
the
makers
being
taken
out
of
the
basin
yet
?
”
“
Yes
,
m
’
Lord
.
The
storm
’
s
almost
spent
.
”
“
What
’
s
the
extent
of
the
storm
damage
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
In
the
direct
path
—
on
the
landing
field
and
across
the
spice
storage
yards
of
the
plain
—
extensive
damage
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
As
much
from
battle
as
from
the
storm
.
”
