Overheard in a Tradepost in the Hagga Basin

“The Fremen? Yeah good riddance to ‘em.”
“You ever meet one? You know…before the Sardaukar”
“Yeah, they all ‘ad those uncanny eyes, starin’ into me soul. Town fremmies weren’t so arrogant – but all ‘ad that look about ‘em. Like you was not worthy to kiss their boots.”
“Like noble born?”
“Nah. Noble born are top of the pyramid cause that’s the way it works. The fremmies are at the bottom o’ the pyramid but act like they come from the top.”
“I heard they was good fighters. Gave the Sardaukar a fierce fight.”
“They was tough, no denying it. Seen one get grabbed by some Harko guards once. Fight was over before it began – three dead Harko and one vanished fremmie. Bloody wisps o’ the desert.”
“Now they’re dead.”
“Nothing left of ‘em but a few haunted sietches.”
“Shame the Emperor had to have them all killed.”
“Can’t ‘ave been many of ‘em to start with. Living in the desert, no water, just worms, storms and sand. Sardaukar did ‘em a favor, you ask me…”