"Home for the past couple years." The sandworm secreted agitation, though it did not show it. Only her nose could pick up the subtle chemical sharpness. What is it? What does the worm sense about him?

She listened again. That subtle whirring...Thinking machine! Had she not been trained against it, her face would have registered alarm. "I call this one Tyrant." She said, still seemingly smiling. But behind her total blue eyes, gears were spinning, murders considered.