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“
You
said
we
have
to
leave
this
sietch
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Shouldn
’
t
we
be
packing
or
something
?
”
“
It
will
be
done
in
its
time
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
butchers
have
yet
to
penetrate
to
our
region
.
”
Still
she
hesitated
,
staring
at
him
.
“
What
is
it
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
You
’
ve
not
the
eyes
of
the
Ibad
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
strange
but
not
entirely
unattractive
.
”
“
Get
the
food
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
m
hungry
.
”
She
smiled
at
him
—
a
knowing
,
woman
’
s
smile
that
he
found
disquieting
.
“
I
am
your
servant
,
”
she
said
,
and
whirled
away
in
one
lithe
motion
,
ducking
behind
a
heavy
wall
hanging
that
revealed
another
passage
before
falling
back
into
place
.
Feeling
angry
with
himself
,
Paul
brushed
through
the
thin
hanging
on
the
right
and
into
the
larger
room
.
He
stood
there
a
moment
caught
by
uncertainty
.
And
he
wondered
where
Chani
was
.
.
.
Chani
who
had
just
lost
her
father
.
