My Bonny Blue Eyed Boy

On Arrakis you can tell the calibre of a man by the colour of his eyes. That is what the smugglers taught Gurney, and that he believed. It is both true and not true, Gurney has slowly and unpleasantly discovered. When Gurney finally found his young Duke once more in the desert of Arrakis, he told him that he had never left his service. This was both true and not true, as well. What is true is that the only time Gurney left his Duke's service was in the fraction of a second when he found him, when he saw spice blue eyes in an Atreides face.

Gurney's days consist of heat and sand and death. He rides the worms, which is terrible and strange, and kills Harkonnens, which is not. He serves his Duke as best he can, and feels eyes, spice-blue eyes, watching. Waiting. ("gone native," the smugglers would mutter, casting suspicious glances at any man so afflicted.) Gurney is faithful. There is nothing for them to see.

The Fremen are a harsh race (savages, barbarians), but they are loyal beyond duty or death. They believe, with the strength of a people for whom survival is a test of will. Gurney is perhaps not quite so... fanatical, but he is loyal nonetheless. He may have hesitated once but he will not do so again.

On Arrakis you can tell the calibre of a man by the colour of his eyes, they say. Gurney has never pretended to be perfect, but he believed it was the Fremen barbarians who were the inferiors. He hopes the opposite will not prove to be true.