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“
It
is
said
that
a
Bene
Gesserit
and
her
offspring
hold
the
key
to
our
future
,
”
he
said
.
“
Do
you
believe
I
am
that
one
.
”
She
watched
his
face
,
thinking
:
The
young
reed
dies
so
easily
.
Beginnings
are
times
of
such
great
peril
.
“
We
do
not
know
,
”
he
said
.
She
nodded
,
thinking
:
He
’
s
an
honorable
man
.
He
wants
a
sign
from
me
,
but
he
’
ll
not
tip
fate
by
telling
me
the
sign
.
Jessica
turned
her
head
,
stared
down
into
the
basin
at
the
golden
shadows
,
the
purple
shadows
,
the
vibrations
of
dust
-
mote
air
across
the
lip
of
their
cave
.
Her
mind
was
filled
suddenly
with
feline
prudence
.
She
knew
the
cant
of
the
Missionaria
Protectiva
,
knew
how
to
adapt
the
techniques
of
legend
and
fear
and
hope
to
her
emergency
needs
,
but
she
sensed
wild
changes
here
.
.
.
as
though
someone
had
been
in
among
these
Fremen
and
capitalized
on
the
Missionaria
Protectiva
’
s
imprint
.
Stilgar
cleared
his
throat
.
She
sensed
his
impatience
,
knew
that
the
day
moved
ahead
and
men
waited
to
seal
off
this
opening
.
This
was
a
time
for
boldness
on
her
part
,
and
she
realized
what
she
needed
:
some
dar
al
-
hikman
,
some
school
of
translation
that
would
give
her
.
.
.
.
