"One does not risk everything to settle a score prematurely," Tuek said. He frowned, watching the play of muscles along Halleck's jaw, the sudden withdrawal in the man's shed-lidded eyes.
"I know . . . I know." Halleck took a deep breath.
"You and your men can work out your passage off Arrakis by serving with us.
There are many places to--"
"I release my men from any bond to me; they can choose for themselves. With Rabban here--I stay."
"In your mood, I'm not sure we want you to stay."
Halleck stared at the smuggler. "You doubt my word?"
"No-o-o . . . "
"You've saved me from the Harkonnens. I gave loyalty to the Duke Leto for no greater reason. I'll stay on Arrakis--with you . . . or with the Fremen."
"Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and it has power,"
Tuek said. "You might find the line between life and death among the Fremen to be too sharp and quick."
Halleck closed his eyes briefly, feeling the weariness surge up in him.
"Where is the Lord who led us through the land of deserts and of pits?" he murmured.
"Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow--we've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart--water, green grass, and the beauty of woman."
Halleck opened his eyes. "I would prefer the blood of Rabban Harkonnen flowing about my feet." He stared at Tuek. "You think that day will come?"
"I have little to do with how you'll meet tomorrow, Gurney Halleck. I can only help you meet today."
"Then I'll accept that help and stay until the day you tell me to revenge your father and all the others who--"
"Listen to me, fighting man," Tuek said. He leaned forward over his desk, his shoulders level with his ears, eyes intent. The smuggler's face was suddenly like weathered stone. "My father's water--I'll buy that back myself, with my own blade."
Halleck stared back at Tuek. In that moment, the smuggler reminded him of Duke Leto: a leader of men, courageous, secure in his own position and his own course. He was like the Duke . . . before Arrakis.
"Do you wish my blade beside you?" Halleck asked.
Tuek sat back, relaxed, studying Halleck silently.
"Do you think of me as fighting man? " Halleck pressed.
"You're the only one of the Duke's lieutenants to escape," Tuek said. "Your enemy was overwhelming, yet you rolled with him . . . You defeated him the way we defeat Arrakis."
"Eh?"
"We live on sufferance down here, Gurney Halleck," Tuek said. "Arrakis is our enemy."
"One enemy at a time, is that it?"
"That's it."
"Is that the way the Fremen make out?"
"Perhaps."
"You said I might find life with the Fremen too tough. They live in the desert, in the open, is that why?"
"Who knows where the Fremen live? For us, the Central Plateau is a no-man's land. But I wish to talk more about--"
"I'm told that the Guild seldom routes spice lighters in over the desert,"
Halleck said. "But there are rumors that you can see bits of greenery here and there if you know where to look."
"Rumors!" Tuek sneered. "Do you wish to choose now between me and the Fremen? We have a measure of security, our own sietch carved out of the rock,
our own hidden basins. We live the lives of civilized men. The Fremen are a few ragged bands that we use as spice-hunters."
"But they can kill Harkonnens."
"And do you wish to know the result? Even now they are being hunted down like animals--with lasguns, because they have no shields. They are being exterminated. Why? Because they killed Harkonnens."
"Was it Harkonnens they killed?" Halleck asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you heard that there may've been Sardaukar with the Harkonnens?"
