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In
that
instant
,
she
knew
.
“
You
drank
the
sacred
water
!
”
she
blurted
.
“
One
drop
of
it
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
So
small
.
.
.
one
drop
.
”
“
How
could
you
do
such
a
foolish
thing
?
”
she
demanded
.
“
He
is
your
son
,
”
Chani
said
.
Jessica
glared
at
her
.
A
rare
smile
,
warm
and
full
of
understanding
,
touched
Paul
’
s
lips
.
“
Hear
my
beloved
,
”
he
said
.
“
Listen
to
her
,
Mother
.
She
knows
.
”
“
A
thing
that
others
can
do
,
he
must
do
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
When
I
had
the
drop
in
my
mouth
,
when
I
felt
it
and
smelled
it
,
when
I
knew
what
it
was
doing
to
me
,
then
I
knew
I
could
do
the
thing
that
you
have
done
,
”
he
said
.
“
Your
Bene
Gesserit
proctors
speak
of
the
Kwisatz
Haderach
,
but
they
cannot
begin
to
guess
the
many
places
I
have
been
.
In
the
few
minutes
I
.
.
.
.
”
He
broke
off
,
looking
at
Chani
with
a
puzzled
frown
.
“
Chani
?
How
did
you
get
here
?
You
’
re
supposed
to
be
.
.
.
.
Why
are
you
here
?
”
He
tried
to
push
himself
onto
his
elbows
.
Chani
pressed
him
back
gently
.
