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Tharthar
spread
the
hangings
,
stepped
into
the
chamber
.
Jessica
glimpsed
a
press
of
people
in
the
outer
room
before
the
hangings
fell
.
She
looked
up
at
Tharthar
—
a
small
,
dark
woman
in
a
red
-
figured
robe
of
black
,
the
total
blue
of
her
eyes
trained
fixedly
on
Jessica
,
the
nostrils
of
her
tiny
nose
dilated
to
reveal
the
plug
scars
.
“
What
is
it
?
”
Jessica
demanded
.
“
There
is
word
from
the
sand
,
”
Tharthar
said
.
“
Usul
meets
the
maker
for
his
test
.
.
.
it
is
today
.
The
young
men
say
he
cannot
fail
,
he
will
be
a
sandrider
by
nightfall
.
The
young
men
are
banding
for
a
razzia
.
They
will
raid
in
the
north
and
meet
Usul
there
.
They
say
they
will
raise
the
cry
then
.
They
say
they
will
force
him
to
call
out
Stilgar
and
assume
command
of
the
tribes
.
”
Gathering
water
,
planting
the
dunes
,
changing
their
world
slowly
but
surely
—
these
are
no
longer
enough
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
little
raids
,
the
certain
raids
—
these
are
no
longer
enough
now
that
Paul
and
I
have
trained
them
.
They
feel
their
power
.
They
want
to
fight
.
Tharthar
shifted
from
one
foot
to
the
other
,
cleared
her
throat
.
We
know
the
need
for
cautious
waiting
,
Jessica
thought
,
but
there
’
s
the
core
of
our
frustration
.
We
know
also
the
harm
that
waiting
extended
too
long
can
do
us
.
We
lose
our
senses
of
purpose
if
the
waiting
’
s
prolonged
.
“
The
young
men
say
if
Usul
does
not
call
out
Stilgar
,
then
he
must
be
afraid
,
”
Tharthar
said
.
She
lowered
her
gaze
.
“
So
that
’
s
the
way
of
it
,
”
Jessica
muttered
.
And
she
thought
:
Well
I
saw
it
coming
.
As
did
Stilgar
.
