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—
from
“
The
Wisdom
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
IN
THE
stillness
of
the
cavern
,
Jessica
heard
the
scrape
of
sand
on
rock
as
people
moved
,
the
distant
bird
calls
that
Stilgar
had
said
were
the
signals
of
his
watchmen
.
The
great
plastic
hood
-
seals
had
been
removed
from
the
cave
’
s
opening
.
She
could
see
the
march
of
evening
shadows
across
the
lip
of
rock
in
front
of
her
and
the
open
basin
beyond
.
She
sensed
the
daylight
leaving
them
,
sensed
it
in
the
dry
heat
as
well
as
the
shadows
.
She
knew
her
trained
awareness
soon
would
give
her
what
these
Fremen
obviously
had
—
the
ability
to
sense
even
the
slightest
change
in
the
air
’
s
moisture
.
How
they
had
scurried
to
tighten
their
stillsuits
when
the
cave
was
opened
!
Deep
within
the
cave
,
someone
began
chanting
:
“
Ima
trava
okolo
!
I
korenja
okolo
!
”
Jessica
translated
silently
:
These
are
ashes
!
And
these
are
roots
!
”
The
funeral
ceremony
for
Jamis
was
beginning
.
