"My world is of heat and sand, of trapped water under the surface in caches, and dust storms that are wild and like an encroaching wall. None but the sandworm can pass through them. It does not freeze and there is no cold season. It is sand, wind and rock, as far as the eye can see. And perhaps we may yet find some of this flavoring thing to try on your snow-cones," Arha said, the grin never quite fading from her lips.

"I do not know where we would find such a thing. Maybe we shall have to hunt for it if Stacy lets us off the ship long enough."