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“
Then
don
’
t
you
say
it
,
”
Harah
ordered
.
“
Yes
,
Harah
.
”
“
Now
,
”
Harah
said
,
“
you
may
tell
me
what
it
was
like
so
that
I
may
tell
the
others
.
Tell
me
what
it
is
that
happened
to
you
.
”
Alia
swallowed
,
looked
up
at
her
mother
.
Jessica
nodded
.
“
One
day
I
woke
up
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
It
was
like
waking
from
sleep
except
that
I
could
not
remember
going
to
sleep
.
I
was
in
a
warm
,
dark
place
.
And
I
was
frightened
.
”
Listening
to
the
half
-
lisping
voice
of
her
daughter
,
Jessica
remembered
that
day
in
the
big
cavern
.
“
When
I
was
frightened
,
”
Alia
said
,
“
I
tried
to
escape
,
but
there
was
no
way
to
escape
.
Then
I
saw
a
spark
.
.
.
but
it
wasn
’
t
exactly
like
seeing
it
.
The
spark
was
just
there
with
me
and
I
felt
the
spark
’
s
emotions
.
.
.
soothing
me
,
comforting
me
,
telling
me
that
way
that
everything
would
be
all
right
.
That
was
my
mother
.
”
Harah
rubbed
at
her
eyes
,
smiled
reassuringly
at
Alia
.
Yet
there
was
a
look
of
wildness
in
the
eyes
of
the
Fremen
woman
,
an
intensity
as
though
they
,
too
,
were
trying
to
hear
Alia
’
s
words
.
