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“
You
call
me
your
desert
spring
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
this
day
I
’
m
thy
goad
.
I
am
the
Sayyadina
who
watches
that
the
rites
be
obeyed
.
”
He
began
tightening
his
stillsuit
.
“
You
told
me
once
the
words
of
the
Kitab
al
-
Ibar
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
told
me
:
”
Woman
is
thy
field
;
go
then
to
thy
field
and
till
it
.
’
”
“
I
am
the
mother
of
thy
firstborn
,
”
she
agreed
.
He
saw
her
in
the
grayness
matching
him
movement
for
movement
,
securing
her
stillsuit
for
the
open
desert
.
“
You
should
get
all
the
rest
you
can
,
”
she
said
.
He
recognized
her
love
for
him
speaking
then
and
chided
her
gently
:
“
The
Sayyadina
of
the
Watch
does
not
caution
or
warn
the
candidate
.
”
She
slid
across
to
his
side
,
touched
his
cheek
with
her
palm
.
“
Today
,
I
am
both
the
watcher
and
the
woman
.
”
“
You
should
’
ve
left
this
duty
to
another
,
”
he
said
.
“
Waiting
is
bad
enough
at
best
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
’
d
sooner
be
at
thy
side
.
”
He
kissed
her
palm
before
securing
the
faceflap
of
his
suit
,
then
turned
and
cracked
the
seal
of
the
tent
.
The
air
that
came
in
to
them
held
the
chill
not
-
quite
-
dryness
that
would
precipitate
trace
dew
in
the
dawn
.
With
it
came
the
smell
of
a
pre
-
spice
mass
,
the
mass
they
had
detected
off
to
the
northeast
,
and
that
told
them
there
would
be
a
maker
near
by
.
Paul
crawled
through
the
sphincter
opening
,
stood
on
the
sand
and
stretched
the
sleep
from
his
muscles
.
A
faint
green
-
pearl
luminescence
etched
the
eastern
horizon
.
