cutting contralto smell of sage climbing the night. The predatory bird--he

screech, a flapping of wings, and a ghostly gray bird lifted away across the

"Most intruders here regret finding the Fremen!"

moment. The voice came from above them and to their right.

"We'd better find a place to pitch the tent," he said. "Tomorrow we can try

"Most intruders here regret finding the Fremen!"

We needed that reminder, Jessica thought.

Pop-hop-hop! they went, into shadows and out.

"We'd better find a place to pitch the tent," he said. "Tomorrow we can try

to find the Fremen who--"

Stil. Get their water and let's be on our way. We've little enough time before

sentinel saguaro and spiked paintbrush. There was a low humming of light here

the small sounds, the natural sounds of the desert.

We needed that reminder, Jessica thought.

Paul, less conditioned to emergency response than his mother, felt chagrin

that he had stiffened and tried to withdraw, that he had clouded his abilities

Another voice called from the basin's rim to their left. "Make it quick,

the defile. "If you run you'll only waste your body's water."

Still, he felt the edge of fear within him and knew its source. This was

the small sounds, the natural sounds of the desert.

moment. The voice came from above them and to their right.

Still, he felt the edge of fear within him and knew its source. This was

screech, a flapping of wings, and a ghostly gray bird lifted away across the

the small sounds, the natural sounds of the desert.

cutting contralto smell of sage climbing the night. The predatory bird--he

muscles that can slash in any direction.

blind time, no future he had seen . . . and they were caught between wil

him. And she realized that the owner of that voice had permitted himself only

Paul, less conditioned to emergency response than his mother, felt chagrin