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There
’
s
another
thing
,
Jessica
thought
.
Paul
must
be
cautioned
about
their
women
.
One
of
these
desert
women
would
not
do
as
wife
to
a
Duke
.
As
concubine
,
yes
,
but
not
as
wife
.
Then
she
wondered
at
herself
,
thinking
:
Have
I
been
infected
with
his
schemes
?
And
she
saw
how
well
she
had
been
conditioned
.
I
can
think
of
the
marital
needs
of
royalty
without
once
weighing
my
own
concubinage
.
Yet
.
.
.
I
was
more
than
concubine
.
“
Mother
.
”
Paul
stopped
in
front
of
her
.
Chani
stood
at
his
elbow
.
“
Mother
,
do
you
know
what
they
’
re
doing
back
there
?
”
Jessica
looked
at
the
dark
patch
of
his
eyes
staring
out
from
the
hood
.
“
I
think
so
.
”
“
Chani
showed
me
.
.
.
because
I
’
m
supposed
to
see
it
and
give
my
.
.
.
permission
for
the
weighing
of
the
water
.
”
Jessica
looked
at
Chani
.
“
They
’
re
recovering
Jamis
’
water
,
”
Chani
said
,
and
her
thin
voice
came
out
nasal
past
the
nose
plugs
.
“
It
’
s
the
rule
.
The
flesh
belongs
to
the
person
,
but
his
water
belongs
to
the
tribe
.
.
.
except
in
the
combat
.
”
“
They
say
the
water
’
s
mine
,
”
Paul
said
.
