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He
realized
suddenly
that
it
was
one
thing
to
see
the
past
occupying
the
present
,
but
the
true
test
of
prescience
was
to
see
the
past
in
the
future
.
Things
persisted
in
not
being
what
they
seemed
.
“
Drink
it
,
”
Chani
said
.
She
waved
the
hornspout
of
a
watersack
under
his
nose
.
Paul
straightened
,
staring
at
Chani
.
He
felt
carnival
excitement
in
the
air
.
He
knew
what
would
happen
if
he
drank
this
spice
drug
with
its
quintessence
of
the
substance
that
brought
the
change
onto
him
.
He
would
return
to
the
vision
of
pure
time
,
of
time
-
become
-
space
.
It
would
perch
him
on
the
dizzying
summit
and
defy
him
to
understand
.
From
behind
Chani
,
Stilgar
said
:
“
Drink
it
,
lad
.
You
delay
the
rite
.
”
Paul
listened
to
the
crowd
then
,
hearing
the
wildness
in
their
voices
—
“
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
,
”
they
said
.
“
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
He
looked
down
at
his
mother
.
She
appeared
peacefully
asleep
in
a
sitting
position
—
her
breathing
even
and
deep
.
A
phrase
out
of
the
future
that
was
his
lonely
past
came
into
his
mind
:
“
She
sleeps
in
the
Waters
of
Life
.
”
Chani
tugged
at
his
sleeve
.
Paul
took
the
hornspout
into
his
mouth
,
hearing
the
people
shout
.
He
felt
the
liquid
gush
into
his
throat
as
Chani
pressed
the
sack
,
sensed
giddiness
in
the
fumes
.
Chani
removed
the
spout
,
handed
the
sack
into
hands
that
reached
for
it
from
the
floor
of
the
cavern
.
His
eyes
focused
on
her
arm
,
the
green
band
of
mourning
there
.
As
she
straightened
,
Chani
saw
the
direction
of
his
gaze
,
said
:
“
I
can
mourn
him
even
in
the
happiness
of
the
waters
.
This
was
something
he
gave
us
.
”
She
put
her
hand
into
his
,
pulling
him
along
the
ledge
.
“
We
are
alike
in
a
thing
,
Usul
:
We
have
each
lost
a
father
to
the
Harkonnens
.
”
