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“
We
are
getting
no
messages
,
”
the
signalman
beside
Paul
said
.
“
Much
static
.
”
Paul
nodded
,
kept
his
eye
on
the
time
-
standard
dial
in
front
of
the
signalman
.
Presently
,
Paul
looked
at
Gurney
,
raised
a
hand
,
returned
his
attention
to
the
dial
.
The
time
counter
crawled
around
its
final
circuit
.
“
Now
!
”
Paul
shouted
,
and
dropped
his
hand
.
Gurney
depressed
the
blast
trigger
.
It
seemed
that
a
full
second
passed
before
they
felt
the
ground
beneath
them
ripple
and
shake
.
A
rumbling
sound
was
added
to
the
storm
’
s
roar
.
The
Fedaykin
watcher
from
the
telescope
appeared
beside
Paul
,
the
telescope
clutched
under
one
arm
.
“
The
Shield
Wall
is
breached
,
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
he
shouted
.
“
The
storm
is
on
them
and
our
gunners
already
are
firing
.
”
Paul
thought
of
the
storm
sweeping
across
the
basin
,
the
static
charge
within
the
wall
of
sand
that
destroyed
every
shield
barrier
in
the
enemy
camp
.
