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—
“
In
My
Father
’
s
House
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
JESSICA
AWAKENED
in
cave
darkness
,
sensing
the
stir
of
Fremen
around
her
,
smelling
the
acrid
stillsuit
odor
.
Her
inner
timesense
told
her
it
would
soon
be
night
outside
,
but
the
cave
remained
in
blackness
,
shielded
from
the
desert
by
the
plastic
hoods
that
trapped
their
body
moisture
within
this
space
.
She
realized
that
she
had
permitted
herself
the
utterly
relaxing
sleep
of
great
fatigue
,
and
this
suggested
something
of
her
own
unconscious
assessment
on
personal
security
within
Stilgar
’
s
troop
.
She
turned
in
the
hammock
that
had
been
fashioned
of
her
robe
,
slipped
her
feet
to
the
rock
floor
and
into
her
desert
boots
.
I
must
remember
to
fasten
the
boots
slip
-
fashion
to
help
my
stillsuit
’
s
pumping
action
,
she
thought
.
There
are
so
many
things
to
remember
.
She
could
still
taste
their
morning
meal
—
the
morsel
of
bird
flesh
and
grain
bound
within
a
leaf
with
spice
honey
—
and
it
came
to
her
that
the
use
of
time
was
turned
around
here
:
night
was
the
day
of
activity
and
day
was
the
time
of
rest
.
Night
conceals
;
night
is
safest
.
She
unhooked
her
robe
from
its
hammock
pegs
in
a
rock
alcove
,
fumbled
with
the
fabric
in
the
dark
until
she
found
the
top
,
slipped
into
it
.
How
to
get
a
message
out
to
the
Bene
Gesserit
?
she
wondered
.
They
would
have
to
be
told
of
the
two
strays
in
Arrakeen
sanctuary
.
Glowglobes
came
alight
farther
into
the
cave
.
She
saw
people
moving
there
,
Paul
among
them
already
dressed
and
with
his
hood
thrown
back
to
reveal
the
aquiline
Atreides
profile
.
