Kiel, the sidegunner, considered the assignment a license to hunt any Fremen found wandering near legitimate spice-harvesting operations. Glossu Rabban, the Baron’s nephew and temporary governor of Arrakis, had ordered them to fly regularly, to be seen-to show the squalid settlements that Harkonnens were watching. The troopers flew their armored ornithopter in a long circle, skirting mountains, then curving south over great pans and flatlands. In the unrelenting desert landscape, even a puff of dust caused excitement. The three-man Harkonnen patrol cruised over the golden swells of dunes along a thousand-kilometer flight path. “Nature commits no errors right and wrong are human categories.” (also published as “Nighttime Shadows on Open Sand”) Anderson, dune, Wedding Silk, Sea Child, Treasure in the Sand, Dune: Blood and Water, Dune: Fremen Justice
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