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air in a very un-boy-like gesture.

The Fremen checked their weapons, loosed crysknives in sheaths at their sides, tested the strength
of garroting cords, preparing. With swishing robes, they erased all marks of their passage.
Leaving the two young men alone.

Stilgar looked up at the night sky, and a muscle on his jaw flickered. "This I learned from Umma
Kynes. When we were cataloguing lichens, we saw a rock lizard that seemed to vanish before our
eyes. Kynes said, 'I give you the chameleon, whose ability to match itself with its background
tells you all you need to know about the roots of ecology and the foundations of personal
identity.' " Stilgar looked gravely at his men, and his expression faltered. "I don't know exactly
what he meant тАж but now we must all become chameleons of the desert."

Wearing light-colored clothes, Liet stepped up the slipface of the dune, leaving deliberate,
painfully apparent footprints. Warrick followed just as clumsily, while the other Fremen spread
out on the flat sand. After pulling out breathing tubes and covering their faces with loose hoods,
they flailed their arms in a blur of motion. Powdery sand engulfed them, and then they lay still.

Liet and Warrick ran about, smoothing wrinkles on the surface and leaving nothing but their own
footprints. They finished just as the patrol 'thopter whirred over the line of rocks, flashing red
lights.

The two white-clad Fremen froze out in the open, their bright clothes unmistakable against the
pale, moonlit sand. No true Fremen would ever be caught in such a show of clumsiness тАж but the
Harkonnens didn't know that. They would not suspect.

As soon as the 'thopter came into view, Liet made an exaggerated gesture of alarm. "Come on,
Warrick. Let's make a good show of it." The two ran away pell-mell, as if in a panic.

Predictably, the 'thopter circled to intercept them. A powerful spotlight flooded down, then a
laughing sidegunner leaned out of the 'thopter. He fired his lasgun twice, sketching a line of
melted glass upon the surface of the sand.

Liet and Warrick tumbled down the steep side of a dune. The gunner fired three more blasts,
missing them each time.

The 'thopter landed on the broad surface of a nearby dune тАж close to where Stilgar and his men had
buried themselves. Liet and Warrick flashed each other a smile, and prepared for the second part
of the game.




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Sidegunner Kiel shouldered his still-hot lasgun rifle and popped open the door. "Let's go hunt
some Fremen." He jumped onto the sand as soon as Garan had landed the patrol craft.