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“
I
was
a
city
man
myself
once
,
”
Paul
said
.
Stilgar
stiffened
.
His
face
grew
dark
with
blood
.
“
Muad
’
Dib
knows
I
did
not
mean
—
”
“
I
know
what
you
meant
,
Stil
.
But
the
test
of
a
man
isn
’
t
what
you
think
he
’
ll
do
.
It
’
s
what
he
actually
does
.
These
city
people
have
Fremen
blood
.
It
’
s
just
that
they
haven
’
t
yet
learned
how
to
escape
their
bondage
.
We
’
ll
teach
them
.
”
Stilgar
nodded
,
spoke
in
a
rueful
tone
:
“
The
habits
of
a
lifetime
,
Muad
’
Dib
.
On
the
Funeral
Plain
we
learned
to
despise
the
men
of
the
communities
.
”
Paul
glanced
at
Gurney
,
saw
him
studying
Stilgar
.
“
Tell
us
,
Gurney
,
why
were
the
cityfolk
down
there
driven
from
their
homes
by
the
Sardaukar
?
”
“
An
old
trick
,
my
Duke
.
They
thought
to
burden
us
with
refugees
.
”
“
It
’
s
been
so
long
since
guerrillas
were
effective
that
the
mighty
have
forgotten
how
to
fight
them
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
The
Sardaukar
have
played
into
our
hands
.
They
grabbed
some
city
women
for
their
sport
,
decorated
their
battle
standards
with
the
heads
of
the
men
who
objected
.
And
they
’
ve
built
up
a
fever
of
hate
among
people
who
otherwise
would
’
ve
looked
on
the
coming
battle
as
no
more
than
a
great
inconvenience
.
.
.
and
the
possibility
of
exchanging
one
set
of
masters
for
another
.
The
Sardaukar
recruit
for
us
,
Stilgar
.
”
“
The
city
people
do
seem
eager
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
