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“
Did
you
think
the
blood
bothered
me
?
”
Mapes
asked
.
“
I
’
m
of
the
desert
and
I
’
ve
seen
blood
aplenty
.
”
“
I
.
.
.
see
that
you
have
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
And
some
of
it
my
own
,
”
Mapes
said
.
“
More
’
n
you
drew
with
your
puny
scratch
.
”
“
You
’
d
rather
I
’
d
cut
deeper
?
”
“
Ah
,
no
!
The
body
’
s
water
is
scant
enough
‘
thout
gushing
a
wasteful
lot
of
it
into
the
air
.
You
did
the
thing
right
.
”
And
Jessica
,
noting
the
words
and
manner
,
caught
the
deeper
implications
in
the
phrase
,
“
the
body
’
s
water
.
”
Again
she
felt
a
sense
of
oppression
at
the
importance
of
water
on
Arrakis
.
“
On
which
side
of
the
dining
hall
shall
I
hang
which
one
of
these
pretties
,
my
Lady
?
”
Mapes
asked
.
Ever
the
practical
one
,
this
Mapes
,
Jessica
thought
.
She
said
:
“
Use
your
own
judgment
,
Mapes
.
It
makes
no
real
difference
.
”
“
As
you
say
,
my
Lady
.
”
Mapes
stooped
,
began
clearing
wrappings
and
twine
from
the
head
.
“
Killed
an
old
duke
,
did
you
?
”
she
crooned
.
