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

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

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

The craft and its companions settled into the basin like a covey of birds

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

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

purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.

Glaring white light filled the desert--bright as a sun, etching their

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

ornithopters. The craft became a row of shallow dunes.

tall, sandy-bearded Kynes.

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

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

a temporary hiding place nearby where we--"

purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.

"What about that back there?"

left them a little sur--"

"It's Idaho," he breathed.

tall, sandy-bearded Kynes.

ornithopters. The craft became a row of shallow dunes.

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

tall, sandy-bearded Kynes.

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

Glaring white light filled the desert--bright as a sun, etching their

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their

The craft and its companions settled into the basin like a covey of birds

Glaring white light filled the desert--bright as a sun, etching their

tall, sandy-bearded Kynes.