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“
Tired
,
”
Jessica
whispered
.
“
So
.
.
.
tired
.
”
“
Here
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
Sit
here
.
”
She
helped
Jessica
to
a
cushion
against
the
wall
.
The
strong
young
arms
felt
so
good
to
Jessica
.
She
clung
to
Chani
.
“
He
has
,
in
truth
,
seen
the
Water
of
Life
?
”
Chani
asked
.
She
disengaged
herself
from
Jessica
’
s
grip
.
“
He
has
seen
,
”
Jessica
whispered
.
Her
mind
still
rolled
and
surged
from
the
contact
.
It
was
like
stepping
to
solid
land
after
weeks
on
a
heaving
sea
.
She
sensed
the
old
Reverend
Mother
within
her
.
.
.
and
all
the
others
awakened
and
questioning
:
“
What
was
that
?
What
happened
?
Where
was
that
place
?
”
Through
it
all
threaded
the
realization
that
her
son
was
the
Kwisatz
Haderach
,
the
one
who
could
be
many
places
at
once
.
He
was
the
fact
out
of
the
Bene
Gesserit
dream
.
And
the
fact
gave
her
no
peace
.
“
What
happened
?
”
Chani
demanded
.
Jessica
shook
her
head
.
Paul
said
:
“
There
is
in
each
of
us
an
ancient
force
that
takes
and
an
ancient
force
that
gives
.
A
man
finds
little
difficulty
facing
that
place
within
himself
where
the
taking
force
dwells
,
but
it
’
s
almost
impossible
for
him
to
see
into
the
giving
force
without
changing
into
something
other
than
man
.
For
a
woman
,
the
situation
is
reversed
.
”
Jessica
looked
up
,
found
Chani
was
staring
at
her
while
listening
to
Paul
.
