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Jessica
felt
the
hush
come
over
the
crowded
cavern
—
some
twenty
thousand
people
now
,
standing
silently
,
almost
without
movement
.
It
made
her
feel
suddenly
small
and
filled
with
caution
.
“
Tonight
we
must
leave
this
sietch
that
has
sheltered
us
for
so
long
and
go
south
into
the
desert
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
His
voice
boomed
out
across
the
uplifted
faces
,
reverberating
with
the
force
given
it
by
the
acoustical
horn
behind
the
ledge
.
Still
the
throng
remained
silent
.
“
The
Reverend
Mother
tells
me
she
cannot
survive
another
hajra
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
We
have
lived
before
without
a
Reverend
Mother
,
but
it
is
not
good
for
people
to
seek
a
new
home
in
such
straits
.
”
Now
,
the
throng
stirred
,
rippling
with
whispers
and
currents
of
disquiet
.
“
That
this
may
not
come
to
pass
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
“
our
new
Sayyadina
Jessica
of
the
Weirding
,
has
consented
to
enter
the
rite
at
this
time
.
She
will
attempt
to
pass
within
that
we
not
lose
the
strength
of
our
Reverend
Mother
.
”
Jessica
of
the
Weirding
,
Jessica
thought
.
She
saw
Paul
staring
at
her
,
his
eyes
filled
with
questions
,
but
his
mouth
held
silent
by
all
the
strangeness
around
them
.
If
I
die
in
the
attempt
,
what
will
become
of
him
?
Jessica
asked
herself
.
Again
she
felt
the
misgivings
fill
her
mind
.
Chani
led
the
old
Reverend
Mother
to
a
rock
bench
deep
in
the
acoustical
horn
,
returned
to
stand
beside
Stilgar
.
