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“
How
does
he
take
nourishment
?
”
Chani
asked
.
“
The
demands
of
his
flesh
are
so
slight
he
does
not
yet
need
food
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
How
many
know
of
what
has
happened
?
”
Chani
asked
.
“
Only
his
closest
advisers
,
a
few
of
the
leaders
,
the
Fedaykin
and
,
of
course
,
whoever
administered
the
poison
.
”
“
There
is
no
clue
to
the
poisoner
?
”
“
And
it
’
s
not
for
want
of
investigating
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
What
do
the
Fedaykin
say
?
”
Chani
asked
.
“
They
believe
Paul
is
in
a
sacred
trance
,
gathering
his
holy
powers
before
the
final
battles
.
This
is
a
thought
I
’
ve
cultivated
.
”
Chani
lowered
herself
to
her
knees
beside
the
pad
,
bent
close
to
Paul
’
s
face
.
She
sensed
an
immediate
difference
in
the
air
about
his
face
.
.
.
but
it
was
only
the
spice
,
the
ubiquitous
spice
whose
odor
permeated
everything
in
Fremen
life
.
