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Chani
joined
him
outside
the
tent
,
hugging
her
elbows
,
looking
up
at
him
from
the
corners
of
her
eyes
the
way
she
did
when
she
studied
his
mood
.
“
Tell
me
again
about
the
waters
of
thy
birthworld
,
Usul
,
”
she
said
.
He
saw
that
she
was
trying
to
distract
him
,
ease
his
mind
of
tensions
before
the
deadly
test
.
It
was
growing
lighter
,
and
he
noted
that
some
of
his
Fedaykin
were
already
striking
their
tents
.
“
I
’
d
rather
you
told
me
about
the
sietch
and
about
our
son
,
”
he
said
.
“
Does
our
Leto
yet
hold
my
mother
in
his
palm
?
”
“
It
’
s
Alia
he
holds
as
well
,
”
she
said
.
“
And
he
grows
rapidly
.
He
’
ll
be
a
big
man
.
”
“
What
’
s
it
like
in
the
south
?
”
he
asked
.
“
When
you
ride
the
maker
you
’
ll
see
for
yourself
,
”
she
said
.
“
But
I
wish
to
see
it
first
through
your
eyes
.
”
“
It
’
s
powerfully
lonely
,
”
she
said
.
He
touched
the
nezhoni
scarf
at
her
forehead
where
it
protruded
from
her
stillsuit
cap
.
“
Why
will
you
not
talk
about
the
sietch
?
”
