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Discovery is dangerous . . . but so is life. A man unwilling to take risk is doomed never to
learn, never to grow, never to live.

-PLANETOLOGIST PARDOT KYNES, An Arrakis Primer, written for his son Liet


WHEN THE SANDSTORM came howling up from the south, Pardot Kynes was more interested in taking
meteorological readings than in seeking safety. His son Liet -- only twelve years old, but raised
in the harsh ways of the desert -- ran an appraising eye over the ancient weather pod they had
found in the abandoned botanical testing station. He was not confident the machine would function
at all.

Then Liet gazed back across the sea of dunes toward the approaching tempest. "The wind of the
demon in the open desert. Hulasikali Wala." Almost instinctively, he checked his stillsuit
fittings.

"Coriolis storm," Kynes corrected, using a scientific term instead of the Fremen one his son had
selected. "Winds across the open flatlands are amplified by the planet's revolutionary motion.
Gusts can reach speeds up to seven hundred kilometers per hour."

As his father talked, the young man busied himself sealing the egg-shaped weather pod, checking
the vent closures, the heavy doorway hatch, the stored emergency supplies. He ignored their
signal generator and distress beacon; the static from the sandstorm would rip any transmissions to
electromagnetic shreds.

In pampered societies Liet would have been considered just a boy, but life among the hard-edged
Fremen had given him a tightly coiled adulthood that few others achieved even at twice his age.
He was better equipped to handle an emergency than his father.