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“
New
victories
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Rabban
has
sent
cautious
overtures
about
a
truce
.
His
messengers
have
been
returned
without
their
water
.
Rabban
has
even
lightened
the
burdens
of
the
people
in
some
of
the
sink
villages
.
But
he
is
too
late
.
The
people
know
he
does
it
out
of
fear
of
us
.
”
“
Thus
it
goes
as
Muad
’
Dib
said
,
”
Chani
said
.
She
stared
at
Jessica
,
trying
to
keep
her
fears
to
herself
.
I
have
spoken
his
name
,
but
she
has
not
responded
.
One
cannot
see
emotion
in
that
glazed
stone
she
calls
a
face
.
.
.
but
she
is
too
frozen
.
Why
is
she
so
still
?
What
has
happened
to
my
Usul
?
“
I
wish
we
were
in
the
south
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
The
oases
were
so
beautiful
when
we
left
.
Do
you
not
long
for
the
day
when
the
whole
land
may
blossom
thus
?
”
“
The
land
is
beautiful
,
true
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
But
there
is
much
grief
in
it
.
”
“
Grief
is
the
price
of
victory
,
”
Jessica
said
.
Is
she
preparing
me
for
grief
?
Chani
asked
herself
.
She
said
:
“
There
are
so
many
women
without
men
.
There
was
jealousy
when
it
was
learned
that
I
’
d
been
summoned
north
.
”
“
I
summoned
you
,
”
Jessica
said
.
Chani
felt
her
heart
hammering
.
She
wanted
to
clap
her
hands
to
her
ears
,
fearful
of
what
they
might
hear
.
Still
,
she
kept
her
voice
even
:
“
The
message
was
signed
Muad
’
Dib
.
”
“
I
signed
it
thus
in
the
presence
of
his
lieutenants
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
It
was
a
subterfuge
of
necessity
.
”
And
Jessica
thought
:
This
is
a
brave
woman
,
my
Paul
’
s
.
