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The
spice
?
she
wondered
.
“
Is
there
water
?
”
Chani
asked
.
The
watermaster
on
the
left
,
a
man
with
a
purple
scar
line
across
the
bridge
of
his
nose
,
nodded
once
.
“
There
is
water
,
Sayyadina
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
we
cannot
drink
of
it
.
”
“
Is
there
seed
?
”
Chani
asked
.
“
There
is
seed
,
”
the
man
said
.
Chani
knelt
and
put
her
hands
to
the
sloshing
sack
.
“
Blessed
is
the
water
and
its
seed
.
”
There
was
familiarity
to
the
rite
,
and
Jessica
looked
back
at
the
Reverend
Mother
Ramallo
.
The
old
woman
’
s
eyes
were
closed
and
she
sat
hunched
over
as
though
asleep
.
“
Sayyadina
Jessica
,
”
Chani
said
.
Jessica
turned
to
see
the
girl
staring
up
at
her
.
“
Have
you
tasted
the
blessed
water
?
”
Chani
asked
.
