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Jessica
withdrew
the
blade
from
its
sheath
.
How
it
glittered
!
She
directed
the
point
toward
Mapes
,
saw
a
fear
greater
than
death
-
panic
come
over
the
woman
.
Poison
in
the
point
?
Jessica
wondered
.
She
tipped
up
the
point
,
drew
a
delicate
scratch
with
the
blade
’
s
edge
above
Mapes
’
left
breast
.
There
was
a
thick
welling
of
blood
that
stopped
almost
immediately
.
Ultrafast
coagulation
,
Jessica
thought
.
A
moisture
-
conserving
mutation
?
She
sheathed
the
blade
,
said
:
“
Button
your
dress
,
Mapes
.
”
Mapes
obeyed
,
trembling
.
The
eyes
without
whites
stared
at
Jessica
.
“
You
are
ours
,
”
she
muttered
.
“
You
are
the
One
.
”
There
came
another
sound
of
unloading
in
the
entry
.
Swiftly
,
Mapes
grabbed
the
sheathed
knife
,
concealed
it
in
Jessica
’
s
bodice
.
“
Who
sees
that
knife
must
be
cleansed
or
slain
!
”
she
snarled
.
“
You
know
that
,
my
Lady
!
”
I
know
it
now
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
cargo
handlers
left
without
intruding
on
the
Great
Hall
.
Mapes
composed
herself
,
said
:
“
The
uncleansed
who
have
seen
a
crysknife
may
not
leave
Arrakis
alive
.
Never
forget
that
,
my
Lady
.
You
’
ve
been
entrusted
with
a
crysknife
.
”
She
took
a
deep
breath
.
“
Now
the
thing
must
take
its
course
.
It
cannot
be
hurried
.
”
She
glanced
at
the
stacked
boxes
and
piled
goods
around
them
.
“
And
there
’
s
work
aplenty
to
while
the
time
for
us
here
.
”
Jessica
hesitated
.
“
The
thing
must
take
its
course
.
”
That
was
a
specific
catchphrase
from
the
Missionaria
Protectiva
’
s
stock
of
incantations
—
The
coming
of
the
Reverend
Mother
to
free
you
.
