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“
You
were
not
born
to
the
spice
as
we
were
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
Have
you
investigated
the
possibility
that
his
body
has
rebelled
against
too
much
spice
in
his
diet
?
”
“
Allergy
reactions
are
all
negative
,
”
Jessica
said
.
She
closed
her
eyes
,
as
much
to
blot
out
this
scene
as
because
of
sudden
realization
of
fatigue
.
How
long
have
I
been
without
sleep
?
she
asked
herself
.
Too
long
.
“
When
you
change
the
Water
of
Life
,
”
Chani
said
,
“
you
do
it
within
yourself
by
the
inward
awareness
.
Have
you
used
this
awareness
to
test
his
blood
?
”
“
Normal
Fremen
blood
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Completely
adapted
to
the
diet
and
the
life
here
.
”
Chani
sat
back
on
her
heels
,
submerging
her
fears
in
thought
as
she
studied
Paul
’
s
face
.
This
was
a
trick
she
had
learned
from
watching
the
Reverend
Mothers
.
Time
could
be
made
to
serve
the
mind
.
One
concentrated
the
entire
attention
.
Presently
,
Chani
said
:
“
Is
there
a
maker
here
?
”
“
There
are
several
,
”
Jessica
said
with
a
touch
of
weariness
.
“
We
are
never
without
them
these
days
.
Each
victory
requires
its
blessing
.
Each
ceremony
before
a
raid
—
”
