"Got all our floggin' spice!" growled another.
"Someone is going to pay for this," the Duke said. "I promise you that."
By the very flatness of his father's voice, Paul sensed the deep anger. He found that he shared it. This was criminal waste!
In the silence that followed, they heard Kynes.
"Bless the Maker and His water," Kynes murmured. "Bless the coming and going of Him. May His passage cleanse the world. May He keep the world for His people."
"What's that you're saying?" the Duke asked.
But Kynes remained silent.
Paul glanced at the men crowded around him. They were staring fearfully at the back of Kynes' head. One of them whispered: "Liet."
Kynes turned, scowling. The man sank back, abashed.
Another of the rescued men began coughing--dry and rasping. Presently, he gasped: "Curse this hell hole!"
The tall Dune man who had come last out of the crawler said; "Be you still, Coss. You but worsen your cough." He stirred among the men until he could look through them at the back of the Duke's head. "You be the Duke Leto, I warrant,"
he said. "It's to you we give thanks for our 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 The worm had withdrawn into the depths and now, near where the crawler had been, two figures could be seen moving north away from the sand depression.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, Soor," 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!"
