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Then Kiel began to run. Fighting would do him no good here. They had already taken Garan, and he
assumed Josten was dead back at the 'thopter. So he left the Fremen, running as he had never run
before. He sprinted across the night sands away from the rocks, away from the 'thopter & and out into
the open desert. The Fremen might be able to catch him, but he would give them a run for it.
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Panting, leaving his companions behind, Kiel raced across the dunes with no plan and no thought other
than to flee farther and farther away.&
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"We've captured the 'thopter intact, Stil," Warrick said, flushed with adrenaline and quite proud of
himself. The commando leader nodded grimly. Umma Kynes would be exceedingly pleased at the news.
He could always use a 'thopter for his agricultural inspections, and he didn't need to know where it came
from.
Liet looked down at the blinded captive, whose gouged eye sockets had been covered by a cloth. "I
saw what the Harkonnens did to Bilar Camp with my own eyes & the poisoned cistern, the tainted
water." The other body had already been packed in the rear of the patrol 'thopter to be taken to the
deathstills. "This doesn't pay back a tenth part of the suffering."
Going to his blood brother's side, Warrick made a face of disgust. "Such is my scorn that I don't even
want to take their water for our tribe."
Stilgar glowered at him as if he had spoken sacrilege. "You would prefer to let them mummify in the
sands, to let their water go wasted into the air? It would be an insult to Shai-Hulud."
Warrick bowed his head. "It was only my anger speaking, Stil. I did not mean it."
Stilgar looked up at the ruddy rising moon. The entire ambush had lasted less than an hour. "We shall
perform the ritual of tal hai so that their souls will never rest. They will be damned to walk the desert for
all eternity." Then his voice became harsh and fearful. "But we must take extra care to cover our tracks,
so that we do not lead their ghosts back to our sietch."
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The Fremen muttered as superstitious fear dampened their vengeful pleasure. Stilgar intoned the ancient
chant, while others drew designs in the sand, labyrinthine power-shapes that would bind the spirits of the
cursed men to the dunes forever.
Out across the moonlit sands they could still see the clumsily running figure of the remaining trooper.
"That one is our offering to Shai-Hulud," Stilgar said, finishing his chant. The tal hai curse was complete.
"The world will be at balance, and the desert will be pleased."
"He's chugging like a broken crawler." Liet stood next to Stilgar, drawing himself up, though he was still
small compared to the commando leader. "It won't be long now."
They gathered their supplies. As many as possible piled into the patrol 'thopter, while the remaining
Fremen slipped back across the sands. They used a well-practiced random gait so that their footsteps
made no sound that was not natural to the desert.
The Harkonnen sidegunner continued to flee in a blind panic. By now, he might be entertaining a hope of
escape, though the direction of his flight across the ocean of dunes would take him nowhere.
Within minutes, a worm came for him.
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