Chapter 5
Victor was given a plain stillsuit and was made to work the lowest of jobs - waste processor. He kept working till nighttime, when Kelik(That was the name of the man with the hooded face)came out.
"You will be allowed to stop when the moon is high."
Victor didn't understand this, but acted as if he knew.
"You will continue this for a standard year, and then we will accept you in our sietch. But until then. You will labor."
Kelik turned on his heel and walked away.
Victor sighed and started working again. . .
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He was able to sleep only a few hours that night.
As he arrived at the breakfast table, Victor found a small plate fashioned out of wood with some sort of slop on it, it didn't even have mélange in it!
With a heaved sigh he picked up the spoon and began eating. *********************************
As Victor worked, he noticed that the Fremen were fierce fighters, even the children.
He had seen 2 Fremen boys playing with knives that Kelik had told him were called, "crysknives".
One boy had torn a large gash in the other boy's arm, and Victor had expected the wounded boy to forfeit the match, but the child hadn't, just gritted his teeth.
He was amazed at the Fremen dexterity.
He stopped his daydreaming and went back to work. *********************************
During the night, Victor lay on his back, thinking about what had happened.
He remembered being covered with sand, but that was all.
Also, he had heard of shifting sand, but he didn't take the seriously. Now he knew it was real.
iHe turned over on his small cot and decided to go to sleep. No use in going to bed late and getting up tired in the morning/i
He thought to himself. *********************************
A year passed, and Victor still hadn't gotten word from his Atreides comrades.
And now it was time for the acceptance ceremony. *********************************
Victor went up to Kelik, who proceeded with the ritual, and in the end, Victor was given a crysknife, and accepted into the tribe.
Now it was all the challenging stuff to do.
His first task was to ride a worm-alone. . .
Victor was given a plain stillsuit and was made to work the lowest of jobs - waste processor. He kept working till nighttime, when Kelik(That was the name of the man with the hooded face)came out.
"You will be allowed to stop when the moon is high."
Victor didn't understand this, but acted as if he knew.
"You will continue this for a standard year, and then we will accept you in our sietch. But until then. You will labor."
Kelik turned on his heel and walked away.
Victor sighed and started working again. . .
*********************************
He was able to sleep only a few hours that night.
As he arrived at the breakfast table, Victor found a small plate fashioned out of wood with some sort of slop on it, it didn't even have mélange in it!
With a heaved sigh he picked up the spoon and began eating. *********************************
As Victor worked, he noticed that the Fremen were fierce fighters, even the children.
He had seen 2 Fremen boys playing with knives that Kelik had told him were called, "crysknives".
One boy had torn a large gash in the other boy's arm, and Victor had expected the wounded boy to forfeit the match, but the child hadn't, just gritted his teeth.
He was amazed at the Fremen dexterity.
He stopped his daydreaming and went back to work. *********************************
During the night, Victor lay on his back, thinking about what had happened.
He remembered being covered with sand, but that was all.
Also, he had heard of shifting sand, but he didn't take the seriously. Now he knew it was real.
iHe turned over on his small cot and decided to go to sleep. No use in going to bed late and getting up tired in the morning/i
He thought to himself. *********************************
A year passed, and Victor still hadn't gotten word from his Atreides comrades.
And now it was time for the acceptance ceremony. *********************************
Victor went up to Kelik, who proceeded with the ritual, and in the end, Victor was given a crysknife, and accepted into the tribe.
Now it was all the challenging stuff to do.
His first task was to ride a worm-alone. . .