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Book One: Dune
ItwasnearsunsetatCastleCaladanonthedayofPaul’sordeal.ThetwowomenwerealoneinJessica’smorningroomwhilePaulwaitedintheadjoiningsoundproofedMeditationChamber.
Jessicastoodfacingthesouthwindows.Shesawandyetdidnotseetheevening’sbankedcolorsacrossmeadowandriver.SheheardandyetdidnotheartheReverendMother’squestion.
Therehadbeenanotherordealonce—somanyyearsago.Askinnygirlwithhairthecolorofbronze,herbodytorturedbythewindsofpuberty,hadenteredthestudyoftheReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiam,ProctorSuperioroftheBeneGesseritschoolonWallachIX.Jessicalookeddownatherrighthand,flexedthefingers,rememberingthepain,theterror,theanger.
“PoorPaul,”shewhispered.
“Iaskedyouaquestion,Jessica!”Theoldwoman’svoicewassnappish,demanding.
“What?Oh....”Jessicatoreherattentionawayfromthepast,facedtheReverendMother,whosatwithbacktothestonewallbetweenthetwowestwindows.“Whatdoyouwantmetosay?”
“WhatdoIwantyoutosay?WhatdoIwantyoutosay?”Theoldvoicecarriedatoneofcruelmimicry.
“SoIhadason!”Jessicaflared.Andsheknewshewasbeinggoadedintothisangerdeliberately.
“YouweretoldtobearonlydaughterstotheAtreides.”
“Itmeantsomuchtohim,”Jessicapleaded.
“AndyouinyourpridethoughtyoucouldproducetheKwisatzHaderach!”
Jessicaliftedherchin.“Isensedthepossibility.”
“YouthoughtonlyofyourDuke’sdesireforason,”theoldwomansnapped.
“Andhisdesiresdon’tfigureinthis.
