The man squatting across from Hawat was a Fremen who had come across the sink in the first light of false dawn, skittering over the sand, blending into the dunes, his movements barely discernible.

哈瓦特对面那个蹲着的人是一个弗雷曼人， 他在假黎明的第一缕阳光中穿过水槽，在沙滩上掠过， 融入沙丘，他的动作几乎看不出来。