Paul pointed to the violence above the distant cliff--the jetflares, the

purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.

dust settled. Two figures in Fremen robes followed him. Paul recognized one: the

shadows onto the rock floor of the ledge. In one sweeping motion, Idaho had

coming to nest. Idaho was out of his 'thopter and running toward them before the

the ledge into the basin. They sprawled together in th

Then he saw the lead craft in the moonlight, the way its wings cupped to

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

coming to nest. Idaho was out of his 'thopter and running toward them before the

ornithopters. The craft became a row of shallow dunes.

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

Paul pointed to the violence above the distant cliff--the jetflares, the

"What about that back there?"

brake for landing, the reckless dash of the hands at the controls.

A rare smile touched Idaho's round, placid face. "M'Lord . . . Sire, I've

Paul's arm in one hand, Jessica's shoulder in the other, hurling them down off

"What about that back there?"

a temporary hiding place nearby where we--"

purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.

Paul pointed to the violence above the distant cliff--the jetflares, the

Then he saw the lead craft in the moonlight, the way its wings cupped to

Then he saw the lead craft in the moonlight, the way its wings cupped to

A rare smile touched Idaho's round, placid face. "M'Lord . . . Sire, I've

dust settled. Two figures in Fremen robes followed him. Paul recognized one: the

shadows onto the rock floor of the ledge. In one sweeping motion, Idaho had

Paul pointed to the violence above the distant cliff--the jetflares, the

Idaho skidded to a stop in front of Paul, saluted. "M'Lord, the Fremen have

the ledge into the basin. They sprawled together in th

purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.