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And
she
wondered
what
other
society
would
have
such
a
natural
regard
for
her
privacy
and
comfort
that
the
giver
would
intrude
only
enough
to
deposit
the
gift
and
not
inflict
her
with
the
donor
?
Respect
and
love
had
sent
the
gift
—
with
only
a
slight
tinge
of
fear
.
Another
element
of
the
incident
forced
itself
into
her
awareness
:
she
had
thought
of
coffee
and
it
had
appeared
.
There
was
nothing
of
telepathy
here
,
she
knew
.
It
was
the
tau
,
the
oneness
of
the
sietch
community
,
a
compensation
from
the
subtle
poison
of
the
spice
diet
they
shared
.
The
great
mass
of
the
people
could
never
hope
to
attain
the
enlightenment
the
spice
seed
brought
to
her
;
they
had
not
been
trained
and
prepared
for
it
.
Their
minds
rejected
what
they
could
not
understand
or
encompass
.
Still
they
felt
and
reacted
sometimes
like
a
single
organism
.
And
the
thought
of
coincidence
never
entered
their
minds
.
Has
Paul
passed
his
test
on
the
sand
?
Jessica
asked
herself
.
He
’
s
capable
,
but
accident
can
strike
down
even
the
most
capable
.
The
waiting
.
It
’
s
the
dreariness
,
she
thought
.
You
can
wait
just
so
long
.
Then
the
dreariness
of
the
waiting
overcomes
you
.
There
was
all
manner
of
waiting
in
their
lives
.
More
than
two
years
we
’
ve
been
here
,
she
thought
,
and
twice
that
number
at
least
to
go
before
we
can
even
hope
to
think
of
trying
to
wrest
Arrakis
from
the
Harkonnen
governor
,
the
Mudir
Nahya
,
the
Beast
Rabban
.
“
Reverend
Mother
?
”
The
voice
from
outside
the
hangings
at
her
door
was
that
of
Harah
,
the
other
woman
in
Paul
’
s
menage
.
