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“
Yes
.
”
“
Is
this
all
right
for
me
to
drink
?
”
He
gestured
to
the
sack
in
Chani
’
s
hands
.
“
They
want
me
to
drink
it
.
”
She
heard
the
hidden
meaning
in
his
words
,
realized
he
had
detected
the
poison
in
the
original
,
unchanged
substance
,
that
he
was
concerned
for
her
.
It
occurred
to
Jessica
then
to
wonder
about
the
limits
of
Paul
’
s
prescience
.
His
question
revealed
much
to
her
.
“
You
may
drink
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
has
been
changed
.
”
And
she
looked
beyond
him
to
see
Stilgar
staring
down
at
her
,
the
dark
-
dark
eyes
studying
.
“
Now
,
we
know
you
cannot
be
false
,
”
he
said
.
She
sensed
hidden
meaning
here
,
too
,
but
the
muzziness
of
the
drug
was
overpowering
her
senses
.
How
warm
it
was
and
soothing
.
How
beneficent
these
Fremen
to
bring
her
into
the
fold
of
such
companionship
.
Paul
saw
the
drug
take
hold
of
his
mother
.
He
searched
his
memory
—
the
fixed
past
,
the
flux
-
lines
of
the
possible
futures
.
It
was
like
scanning
through
arrested
instants
of
time
,
disconcerting
to
the
lens
of
the
inner
eye
.
The
fragments
were
difficult
to
understand
when
snatched
out
of
the
flux
.
This
drug
—
he
could
assemble
knowledge
about
it
,
understand
what
it
was
doing
to
his
mother
,
but
the
knowledge
lacked
a
natural
rhythm
,
lacked
a
system
of
mutual
reflection
.
