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She
is
brave
,
lovely
and
,
ah
-
h
-
h
,
so
perceptive
,
Jessica
thought
.
She
’
d
have
made
a
fine
Bene
Gesserit
.
“
Chani
,
”
Jessica
said
,
“
you
may
find
this
difficult
to
believe
,
but
I
do
not
know
precisely
why
I
sent
for
you
.
It
was
an
instinct
.
.
.
a
basic
intuition
.
The
thought
came
unbidden
:
‘
Send
for
Chani
.
’
”
For
the
first
time
,
Chani
saw
the
sadness
in
Jessica
’
s
expression
,
the
unveiled
pain
modifying
the
inward
stare
.
“
I
’
ve
done
all
I
know
to
do
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
That
all
.
.
.
it
is
so
far
beyond
what
is
usually
supposed
as
all
that
you
would
find
difficulty
imagining
it
.
Yet
.
.
.
I
failed
.
”
“
The
old
companion
,
Halleck
,
”
Chani
asked
,
“
is
it
possible
he
’
s
a
traitor
?
”
“
Not
Gurney
,
”
Jessica
said
.
The
two
words
carried
an
entire
conversation
,
and
Chani
saw
the
searching
,
the
tests
.
.
.
the
memories
of
old
failures
that
went
into
this
flat
denial
.
Chani
rocked
back
onto
her
feet
,
stood
up
,
smoothed
her
desert
-
stained
robe
.
“
Take
me
to
him
,
”
she
said
.
