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Remembering
the
source
of
the
rite
,
Jessica
blinked
back
tears
,
shook
her
head
.
I
know
the
reasons
for
this
,
she
thought
.
I
shouldn
’
t
let
it
stir
me
.
“
I
dedicate
this
blade
to
the
cause
of
my
Duke
and
the
death
of
his
enemies
for
as
long
as
our
blood
shall
flow
,
”
Paul
said
.
Stilgar
repeated
it
after
him
.
“
Kiss
the
blade
,
”
Paul
ordered
.
Stilgar
obeyed
,
then
,
in
the
Fremen
manner
,
kissed
Paul
’
s
knife
arm
.
At
a
nod
from
Paul
,
he
sheathed
the
blade
,
got
to
his
feet
.
A
sighing
whisper
of
awe
passed
through
the
crowd
,
and
Jessica
heard
the
words
:
“
The
prophecy
—
A
Bene
Gesserit
shall
show
the
way
and
a
Reverend
Mother
shall
see
it
.
”
And
,
from
farther
away
:
“
She
shows
us
through
her
son
!
”
“
Stilgar
leads
this
tribe
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Let
no
man
mistake
that
.
He
commands
with
my
voice
.
What
he
tells
you
,
it
is
as
though
I
told
you
.
”
Wise
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
tribal
commander
must
lose
no
face
among
those
who
should
obey
him
.
Paul
lowered
his
voice
,
said
:
“
Stilgar
,
I
want
sandwalkers
out
this
night
and
cielagos
sent
to
summon
a
Council
Gathering
.
When
you
’
ve
sent
them
,
bring
Chatt
,
Korba
and
Otheym
and
two
other
lieutenants
of
your
own
choosing
.
Bring
them
to
my
quarters
for
battle
planning
.
We
must
have
a
victory
to
show
the
Council
of
Leaders
when
they
arrive
.
”
Paul
nodded
for
his
mother
to
accompany
him
,
led
the
way
down
off
the
ledge
and
through
the
throng
toward
the
central
passage
and
the
living
chambers
that
had
been
prepared
there
.
As
Paul
pressed
through
the
crowd
,
hands
reached
out
to
touch
him
.
Voices
called
out
to
him
.
