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“
Adab
,
”
she
whispered
.
Her
mind
felt
as
though
it
had
rolled
over
within
her
.
She
recognized
the
sensation
with
a
quickening
of
pulse
.
Nothing
in
all
the
Bene
Gesserit
training
carried
such
a
signal
of
recognition
.
It
could
be
only
the
adab
,
the
demanding
memory
that
comes
upon
you
of
itself
.
She
gave
herself
up
to
it
,
allowing
the
words
to
flow
from
her
.
“
Ibn
qirtaiba
,
”
she
said
,
“
as
far
as
the
spot
where
the
dust
ends
.
”
She
stretched
out
an
arm
from
her
robe
,
seeing
Stilgar
’
s
eyes
go
wide
.
She
heard
a
rustling
of
many
robes
in
the
background
.
“
I
see
a
.
.
.
Fremen
with
the
book
of
examples
,
”
she
intoned
.
“
He
reads
to
al
-
Lat
,
the
sun
whom
he
defied
and
subjugated
.
He
reads
to
the
Sadus
of
the
Trial
and
this
is
what
he
reads
:
“
Mine
enemies
are
like
green
blades
eaten
down
That
did
stand
in
the
path
of
the
tempest
.
Hast
thou
not
seen
what
our
Lord
did
?
He
sent
the
pestilence
among
them
That
did
lay
schemes
against
us
.
They
are
like
birds
scattered
by
the
huntsman
.
Their
schemes
are
like
pellets
of
poison
