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Chani
prepared
the
meal
forme
,
he
told
himself
.
Yet
Chani
was
deep
in
the
south
—
in
the
cold
country
where
the
sun
was
hot
—
secreted
in
one
of
the
new
sietch
strongholds
,
safe
with
their
son
,
Leto
II
.
Or
,
was
that
a
thing
yet
to
happen
?
No
,
he
reassured
himself
,
for
Alia
-
the
-
Strange
-
One
,
his
sister
,
had
gone
there
with
his
mother
and
with
Chani
—
a
twenty
-
thumper
trip
into
the
south
,
riding
a
Reverend
Mother
’
s
palanquin
fixed
to
the
back
of
a
wild
maker
.
He
shied
away
from
the
thought
of
riding
the
giant
worms
,
asking
himself
:
Or
is
Alia
yet
to
be
born
?
I
was
on
razzia
,
Paul
recalled
.
We
went
raiding
to
recover
the
water
of
our
dead
in
Arrakeen
.
And
I
found
the
remains
of
my
father
in
the
funeral
pyre
.
I
enshrined
the
skull
of
my
father
in
a
Fremen
rock
mound
overlooking
Harg
Pass
.
Or
was
that
a
thing
yet
to
be
?
My
wounds
are
real
,
Paul
told
himself
.
My
scars
are
real
.
The
shrine
of
my
father
’
s
skull
is
real
.
Still
in
the
dreamlike
state
,
Paul
remembered
that
Harah
,
Jamis
’
wife
,
had
intruded
on
him
once
to
say
there
’
d
been
a
fight
in
the
sietch
corridor
.
That
had
been
the
interim
sietch
before
the
women
and
children
had
been
sent
into
the
deep
south
.
Harah
had
stood
there
in
the
entrance
to
the
inner
chamber
,
the
black
wings
of
her
hair
tied
back
by
water
rings
on
a
chain
.
She
had
held
aside
the
chamber
’
s
hangings
and
told
him
that
Chani
had
just
killed
someone
.
This
happened
,
Paul
told
himself
.
