lives. We were ready to end it there until you came along.”
“Quiet, man, and let the Duke fly his ship,” Halleck muttered.
Paul glanced at Halleck. He, too, had seen the tension wrinkles at the corner of his father’s jaw. One walked softly when the Duke was in a rage.
Leto began easing his ’thopter out of its great banking circle, stopped at a new sign of movement on the sand. The worm had withdrawn into the depths and now, near where the crawler had been, two figures could be seen moving north away from the sand depression. They appeared to glide over the surface with hardly a lifting of dust to mark their passage.
“Who’s that down there?” the Duke barked.
“Two Johnnies who came along for the ride, Scor,” said the tall Dune man.
“Why wasn’t something said about them?”
“It was the chance they took, Soor,” the Dune man said.
“My Lord,” said Kynes, “these men know it’s of little use to do anything about men trapped on the desert in worm country.”
“We’ll send a ship from base for them!” the Duke snapped.
“As you wish, my Lord,” Kynes said. “But likely when the ship gets here there’ll be no one to rescue.”
“We’ll send a ship, anyway,” the Duke said.
“They were right beside where the worm came up,” Paul said. “How’d they escape?”
“The sides of the hole cave in and make the distances deceptive,” Kynes said.
“You waste fuel here, Sire,” Halleck ventured.
“Aye, Gurney.”
The Duke brought his craft around toward the Shield Wall. His escort came down from circling stations, took up positions above and on both sides.
Paul thought about what the Dune man and Kynes had said. He sensed half-truths, outright lies. The men on the sand had glided across the surface so surely, moving in a way obviously calculated to keep from luring the worm back out of its depths.
Fremen! Paul thought. Who else would be so sure on the sand? Who else might be left out of your worries as a matter of course—because they are in no danger? They know how to live here! They know how to outwit the worm!
“What were Fremen doing on that crawler?” Paul asked.
Kynes whirled.
The tall Dune man turned wide eyes on Paul—blue within blue within blue. “Who be this lad?” he asked.
Halleck moved to place himself between the man and Paul, said: “This is Paul Atreides, the ducal heir.”
“Why says he there were Fremen on our rumbler?” the man asked.
“They fit the description,” Paul said.
Kynes snorted. “You can’t tell Fremen just by looking at them!” He looked at the Dune man. “You. Who were those men?”
“Friends of one of the others,” the Dune man said. “Just friends from a village who wanted to see the spice sands.”
Kynes turned away. “Fremen!”
But he was remembering the words of the legend: “TheLisan al-Gaib shall see through all subterfuge. ”
“They be dead now, most likely, young Soor,” the Dune man said. “We should not speak unkindly on them.”
But Paul heard the falsehood in their voices, felt the menace that had brought Halleck instinctively into guarding position.
Paul spoke dryly: “A terrible place for them to die.”
Without turning, Kynes said: “When God hath ordained a creature to die in a particular place, He causeth that creature’s wants to direct him to that place.”
Leto turned a hard stare at Kynes.
And Kynes, returning the stare, found himself troubled by a fact he had observed here: This Duke was concerned more over the men than he was over the spice. He risked his own life and that of his son to save the men. He passed off the loss of a spice crawler with a gesture. The threat to men’s lives had him in a rage. A leader such as that would command fanatic loyalty. He would be difficult to defeat.
Against his own will and all previous judgments, Kynes admitted to himself: I like this Duke.
Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destroy a man.
—from “Collected Sayings of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan
IN THE dining hall of the Arrakeen great house, suspensor lamps had been lighted against the early dark. They