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Men
came
with
rolled
carpets
,
grunting
under
the
weight
of
them
,
stirring
up
dust
as
the
loads
were
dropped
onto
the
ledge
.
Stilgar
took
her
arm
,
led
her
back
into
the
acoustical
horn
that
formed
the
rear
limits
of
the
ledge
.
He
indicated
a
rock
bench
within
the
horn
.
“
The
Reverend
Mother
will
sit
here
,
but
you
may
rest
yourself
until
she
comes
.
”
“
I
prefer
to
stand
,
”
Jessica
said
.
She
watched
the
men
unroll
the
carpets
,
covering
the
ledge
,
looked
out
at
the
crowd
.
There
were
at
least
ten
thousand
people
on
the
rock
floor
now
.
And
still
they
came
.
Out
on
the
desert
,
she
knew
,
it
already
was
red
nightfall
,
but
here
in
the
cavern
hall
was
perpetual
twilight
,
a
gray
vastness
thronged
with
people
come
to
see
her
risk
her
life
.
A
way
was
opened
through
the
crowd
to
her
right
,
and
she
saw
Paul
approaching
flanked
by
two
small
boys
.
There
was
a
swaggering
air
of
self
-
importance
about
the
children
.
They
kept
hands
on
knives
,
scowled
at
the
wall
of
people
on
either
side
.
“
The
sons
of
Jamis
who
are
now
the
sons
of
Usul
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
They
take
their
escort
duties
seriously
.
”
He
ventured
a
smile
at
Jessica
.
Jessica
recognized
the
effort
to
lighten
her
mood
and
was
grateful
for
it
,
but
could
not
take
her
mind
from
the
danger
that
confronted
her
.
