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“
The
raiders
came
through
the
mushtamal
,
rushing
at
us
with
their
knives
dripping
red
from
the
lives
of
our
men
,
”
Jessica
said
.
Silence
came
over
the
three
of
them
as
it
was
in
all
the
apartments
of
the
sietch
,
the
silence
while
they
remembered
and
kept
their
grief
thus
fresh
.
Presently
,
Harah
uttered
the
ritual
ending
to
the
ceremony
,
giving
the
words
a
harshness
that
Jessica
had
never
before
heard
in
them
.
“
We
will
never
forgive
and
we
will
never
forget
,
”
Harah
said
.
In
the
thoughtful
quiet
that
followed
her
words
,
they
heard
a
muttering
of
people
,
the
swish
of
many
robes
.
Jessica
sensed
someone
standing
beyond
the
hangings
that
shielded
her
chamber
.
“
Reverend
Mother
?
”
A
woman
’
s
voice
,
and
Jessica
recognized
it
:
the
voice
of
Tharthar
,
one
of
Stilgar
’
s
wives
.
“
What
is
it
,
Tharthar
?
”
“
There
is
trouble
,
Reverend
Mother
.
”
Jessica
felt
a
constriction
at
her
heart
,
an
abrupt
fear
for
Paul
.
“
Paul
.
.
.
”
she
gasped
.
