"Say where my arm may help you," Hawat said.
"Who knows?" the Fremen asked. "There are Harkonnen forces everywhere. But you still have not made the water decision or put it to your wounded."
I must be cautious , Hawat told himself. There's a thing here that's not understood .
He said: "Will you show me your way, the Arrakeen way?"
"Stranger-thinking," the Fremen said, and there was a sneer in his tone. He pointed to the northwest across the clifftop. "We watched you come across the sand last night." He lowered his arm. "You keep your force on the slip-face of the dunes. Bad. You have no stillsuits, no water. You will not last long."
"The ways of Arrakis don't come easily," Hawat said.
"Truth. But we've killed Harkonnens."
"What do you do with your own wounded? "Hawat demanded.
"Does a man not know when he is worth saving?" the Fremen asked. "Your wounded know you have no water." He tilted his head, looking sideways up at Hawat. "This is clearly a time for water decision. Both wounded and unwounded must look to the tribe's future."
The tribe's future , Hawat thought. The tribe of Atreides. There's sense in that . He forced himself to the question he had been avoiding.
"Have you word of my Duke or his son?"
Unreadable blue eyes stared upward into Hawat's. "Word?"
"Their fate!" Hawat snapped.
"Fate is the same for everyone," the Fremen said. "Your Duke, it is said, has met his fate. As to the Lisan al-Gaib, his son, that is in Liet's hands. Liet has not said."
I knew the answer without asking , Hawat thought.
He glanced back at his men. They were all awake now. They had heard. They were staring out across the sand, the realization in their expressions: there was no returning to Caladan for them, and now Arrakis was lost.
Hawat turned back to the Fremen. "Have you heard of Duncan Idaho?"
"He was in the great house when the shield went down," the Fremen said. "This I've heard . . . no more."
She dropped the shield and let in the Harkonnens , he thought. I was the one who sat with my back to a door. How could she do this when it meant turning also against her own son? But . . . who knows how a Bene Gesserit witch thinks . . . if you can call it thinking?
Hawat tried to swallow in a dry throat. "When will you hear about the boy?"
"We know little of what happens in Arrakeen," the Fremen said. He shrugged. "Who knows?"
"You have ways of finding out?"
"Perhaps." The Fremen rubbed at the scar beside his nose. "Tell me, Thufir Hawat, do you have knowledge of the big weapons the Harkonnens used?"
The artillery , Hawat thought bitterly. Who could have guessed they'd use artillery in this day of shields?
"You refer to the artillery they used to trap our people in the caves," he said. "I've . . . theoretical knowledge of such explosive weapons."
"Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die," the Fremen said.
"Why do you ask about these weapons?"
"Liet wishes it."
Is that what he wants from us? Hawat wondered. He said: "Did you come here seeking information about the big guns?"
"Liet wished to see one of the weapons for himself."
"Then you should just go take one," Hawat sneered.
"Yes," the Fremen said. "We took one. We have it hidden where Stilgar can study it for Liet and where Liet can see it for himself if he wishes. But I doubt he'll want to: the weapon is not a very good one. Poor design for Arrakis."
"You . . . took one?" Hawat asked.
"It was a good fight," the Fremen said. "We lost only two men and spilled the water from more than a hundred of theirs."
There were Sardaukar at every gun , Hawat thought. This desert madman speaks casually of losing only two men against Sardaukar!
"We would not have lost the two except for those others fighting beside the Harkonnens," the Fremen said. "Some of those are good fighters."
One of Hawat's men limped forward, looked down at the squatting Fremen. "Are you talking about Sardaukar?"
"He's talking about Sardaukar," Hawat said.
"Sardaukar!" the Fremen said, and there appeared to be glee in his voice. "Ah-h-h, so that's what they are! This was a good night indeed. Sardaukar. Which legion? Do you know?"
"We . . . don't know," Hawat said.
"Sardaukar," the Fremen mused. "Yet they wear Harkonnen clothing. Is that not strange?"
"The Emperor does not wish it known he fights against a Great House," Hawat said.
"But you know they are Sardaukar."
"Who am I?" Hawat asked bitterly.
"You are Thufir Hawat," the man said matter-of-factly. "Well, we would have learned it in time. We've sent three of them captive to be questioned by Liet's men."
Hawat's aide spoke slowly, disbelief in every word: "You . . . captured Sardaukar?"
"Only three of them," the Fremen said. "They fought well."
If only we'd had the time to link up with these Fremen , Hawat thought. It was a sour lament in his mind. If only we could've trained them and armed them. Great Mother, what a fighting force we'd have had!
"Perhaps you delay because of worry over the Lisan al-Gaib," the Fremen said. "If he is truly the Lisan al-Gaib, harm cannot touch him. Do not spend thoughts on a matter which has not been proved."
"I serve the . . . Lisan al-Gaib," Hawat said. "His welfare is my concern. I've pledged myself to this."