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Jessica
arose
,
turned
through
hangings
on
the
left
wall
.
Chani
followed
,
found
herself
in
what
had
been
a
storeroom
,
its
rock
walls
concealed
now
beneath
heavy
draperies
.
Paul
lay
on
a
field
pad
against
the
far
wall
.
A
single
glowglobe
above
him
illuminated
his
face
.
A
black
robe
covered
him
to
the
chest
,
leaving
his
arms
outside
it
stretched
along
his
sides
.
He
appeared
to
be
unclothed
under
the
robe
.
The
skin
exposed
looked
waxen
,
rigid
.
There
was
no
visible
movement
to
him
.
Chani
suppressed
the
desire
to
dash
forward
,
throw
herself
across
him
.
She
found
her
thoughts
,
instead
,
going
to
her
son
—
Leto
.
And
she
realized
in
this
instant
that
Jessica
once
had
faced
such
a
moment
—
her
man
threatened
by
death
,
forced
in
her
own
mind
to
consider
what
might
be
done
to
save
a
young
son
.
The
realization
formed
a
sudden
bond
with
the
older
woman
so
that
Chani
reached
out
and
clasped
Jessica
’
s
hand
.
The
answering
grip
was
painful
in
its
intensity
.
“
He
lives
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
I
assure
you
he
lives
.
But
the
thread
of
his
life
is
so
thin
it
could
easily
escape
detection
.
There
are
some
among
the
leaders
already
muttering
that
the
mother
speaks
and
not
the
Reverend
Mother
,
that
my
son
is
truly
dead
and
I
do
not
want
to
give
up
his
water
to
the
tribe
.
”
“
How
long
has
he
been
this
way
?
”
Chani
asked
.
She
disengaged
her
hand
from
Jessica
’
s
,
moved
farther
into
the
room
.
“
Three
weeks
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
I
spent
almost
a
week
trying
to
revive
him
.
There
were
meetings
,
arguments
.
.
.
investigations
.
Then
I
sent
for
you
.
The
Fedaykin
obey
my
orders
,
else
I
might
not
have
been
able
to
delay
the
.
.
.
.
”
She
wet
her
lips
with
her
tongue
,
watching
Chani
cross
to
Paul
.
Chani
stood
over
him
now
,
looking
down
on
the
soft
beard
of
youth
that
framed
his
face
,
tracing
with
her
eyes
the
high
browline
,
the
strong
nose
,
the
shuttered
eyes
—
the
features
so
peaceful
in
this
rigid
repose
.
