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“
I
have
talked
about
it
.
The
sietch
is
a
lonely
place
without
our
men
.
It
’
s
a
place
of
work
.
We
labor
in
the
factories
and
the
potting
rooms
.
There
are
weapons
to
be
made
,
poles
to
plant
that
we
may
forecast
the
weather
,
spice
to
collect
for
the
bribes
.
There
are
dunes
to
be
planted
to
make
them
grow
and
to
anchor
them
.
There
are
fabrics
and
rugs
to
make
,
fuel
cells
to
charge
.
There
are
children
to
train
that
the
tribe
’
s
strength
may
never
be
lost
.
”
“
Is
nothing
then
pleasant
in
the
sietch
?
”
he
asked
.
“
The
children
are
pleasant
.
We
observe
the
rites
.
We
have
sufficient
food
.
Sometimes
one
of
us
may
come
north
to
be
with
her
man
.
Life
must
go
on
.
”
“
My
sister
,
Alia
—
is
she
accepted
yet
by
the
people
?
”
Chani
turned
toward
him
in
the
growing
dawnlight
.
Her
eyes
bored
into
him
.
“
It
’
s
a
thing
to
be
discussed
another
time
,
beloved
.
”
“
Let
us
discuss
it
now
.
”
“
You
should
conserve
your
energies
for
the
test
,
”
she
said
.
