The boy-child man-guy looked over the sandy crest of the dune hill and thought with his thinking parts, “I must only defeat Shy-Hulud–once I have ridden a great maker–,” he hesitated.

“You play a dangerous game,” said Jessica through her generous mouth-lips. 

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