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The
litter
-
carriers
deposited
their
burden
gently
on
the
ledge
from
below
,
and
Chani
helped
the
old
woman
to
her
feet
.
So
this
is
their
Reverend
Mother
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
old
woman
leaned
heavily
on
Chani
as
she
hobbled
toward
Jessica
,
looking
like
a
collection
of
sticks
draped
in
the
black
robe
.
She
stopped
in
front
of
Jessica
,
peered
upward
for
a
long
moment
before
speaking
in
a
husky
whisper
.
“
So
you
’
re
the
one
.
”
The
old
head
nodded
once
precariously
on
the
thin
neck
.
“
The
Shadout
Mapes
was
right
to
pity
you
.
”
Jessica
spoke
quickly
,
scornfully
:
“
I
need
no
one
’
s
pity
.
”
“
That
remains
to
be
seen
,
”
husked
the
old
woman
.
She
turned
with
surprising
quickness
and
faced
the
throng
.
“
Tell
them
,
Stilgar
.
”
“
Must
I
?
”
he
asked
.
“
We
are
the
people
of
Misr
,
”
the
old
woman
rasped
.
“
Since
our
Sunni
ancestors
fled
from
Nilotic
al
-
Ourouba
,
we
have
known
flight
and
death
.
The
young
go
on
that
our
people
shall
not
die
.
”
Stilgar
took
a
deep
breath
,
stepped
forward
two
paces
.
