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“
Tell
me
about
her
.
”
Again
,
Paul
closed
his
eyes
.
“
We
’
re
in
a
little
place
in
some
rocks
where
it
’
s
sheltered
.
It
’
s
almost
night
,
but
it
’
s
hot
and
I
can
see
patches
of
sand
out
of
an
opening
in
the
rocks
.
We
’
re
.
.
.
waiting
for
something
.
.
.
for
me
to
go
meet
some
people
.
And
she
’
s
frightened
but
trying
to
hide
it
from
me
,
and
I
’
m
excited
.
And
she
says
:
‘
Tell
me
about
the
waters
of
your
homeworld
,
Usul
.
’
”
Paul
opened
his
eyes
.
“
Isn
’
t
that
strange
?
My
homeworld
’
s
Caladan
.
I
’
ve
never
even
heard
of
a
planet
called
Usul
.
”
“
Is
there
more
to
this
dream
?
”
Jessica
prompted
.
“
Yes
.
But
maybe
she
was
calling
me
Usul
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
just
thought
of
that
.
”
Again
,
he
closed
his
eyes
.
“
She
asks
me
to
tell
her
about
the
waters
.
And
I
take
her
hand
.
And
I
say
I
’
ll
tell
her
a
poem
.
And
I
tell
her
the
poem
,
but
I
have
to
explain
some
of
the
words
—
like
beach
and
surf
and
seaweed
and
seagulls
.
”
“
What
poem
?
”
the
Reverend
Mother
asked
.
Paul
opened
his
eyes
.
“
It
’
s
just
one
of
Gurney
Halleck
’
s
tone
poems
for
sad
times
.
”
Behind
Paul
,
Jessica
began
to
recite
:
“
I
remember
salt
smoke
from
a
beach
fire
