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I
had
no
choice
but
to
do
this
,
she
thought
.
We
must
move
swiftly
if
we
’
re
to
secure
our
place
among
these
Fremen
.
Paul
climbed
to
the
ledge
,
leaving
the
children
below
.
He
stopped
in
front
of
his
mother
,
glanced
at
Stilgar
,
back
to
Jessica
.
“
What
is
happening
?
I
thought
I
was
being
summoned
to
council
.
”
Stilgar
raised
a
hand
for
silence
,
gestured
to
his
left
where
another
way
had
been
opened
in
the
throng
.
Chani
came
down
the
lane
opened
there
,
her
elfin
face
set
in
lines
of
grief
.
She
had
removed
her
stillsuit
and
wore
a
graceful
blue
wraparound
that
exposed
her
thin
arms
.
Near
the
shoulder
on
her
left
arm
,
a
green
kerchief
had
been
tied
.
Green
for
mourning
,
Paul
thought
.
It
was
one
of
the
customs
the
two
sons
of
Jamis
had
explained
to
him
by
indirection
,
telling
him
they
wore
no
green
because
they
accepted
him
as
guardian
-
father
.
“
Are
you
the
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
?
”
they
had
asked
.
And
Paul
had
sensed
the
jihad
in
their
words
,
shrugged
off
the
question
with
one
of
his
own
—
learning
then
that
Kaleff
,
the
elder
of
the
two
,
was
ten
,
and
the
natural
son
of
Geoff
.
Orlop
,
the
younger
,
was
eight
,
the
natural
son
of
Jamis
.
It
had
been
a
strange
day
with
these
two
standing
guard
over
him
because
he
asked
it
,
keeping
away
the
curious
,
allowing
him
the
time
to
nurse
his
thoughts
and
prescient
memories
,
to
plan
a
way
to
prevent
the
jihad
.
Now
,
standing
beside
his
mother
on
the
cavern
ledge
and
looking
out
at
the
throng
,
he
wondered
if
any
plan
could
prevent
the
wild
outpouring
of
fanatic
legions
.
Chani
,
nearing
the
ledge
,
was
followed
at
a
distance
by
four
women
carrying
another
woman
in
a
litter
.
Jessica
ignored
Chani
’
s
approach
,
focusing
all
her
attention
on
the
woman
in
the
litter
—
a
crone
,
a
wrinkled
and
shriveled
ancient
thing
in
a
black
gown
with
hood
thrown
back
to
reveal
the
tight
knot
of
gray
hair
and
the
stringy
neck
.
