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“
Bi
-
lal
kaifa
,
”
intoned
the
troop
.
I
must
accept
that
water
,
Paul
thought
.
Slowly
,
he
arose
,
made
his
way
to
Chani
’
s
side
.
Stilgar
stepped
back
to
make
room
for
him
,
took
the
baliset
gently
from
his
hand
.
“
Kneel
,
”
Chani
said
.
Paul
knelt
.
She
guided
his
hands
to
the
waterbag
,
held
them
against
the
resilient
surface
.
“
With
this
water
the
tribe
entrusts
thee
,
”
she
said
.
“
Jamis
is
gone
from
it
.
Take
it
in
peace
.
”
She
stood
,
pulling
Paul
up
with
her
.
Stilgar
returned
the
baliset
,
extended
a
small
pile
of
metal
rings
in
one
palm
.
Paul
looked
at
them
,
seeing
the
different
sizes
,
the
way
the
light
of
the
glowglobe
reflected
off
them
.
Chani
took
the
largest
ring
,
held
it
on
a
finger
.
“
Thirty
liters
,
”
she
said
.
One
by
one
,
she
took
the
others
,
showing
each
to
Paul
,
counting
them
.
“
Two
liters
;
one
liter
;
seven
watercounters
of
one
drachm
each
;
one
watercounter
of
three
-
thirty
-
seconds
drachms
.
In
all
—
thirty
-
three
liters
and
seven
and
three
-
thirty
-
seconds
drachms
.
”
