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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Againshefeltthemisgivingsfillhermind.
ChaniledtheoldReverendMothertoarockbenchdeepintheacousticalhorn,returnedtostandbesideStilgar.
“ThatwemaynotloseallifJessicaoftheWeirdingshouldfail,”Stilgarsaid,
“Chani,daughterofLiet,willbeconsecratedintheSayyadinaatthistime.”Hesteppedonepacetotheside.
Fromdeepintheacousticalhorn,theoldwoman’svoicecameouttothem,anamplifiedwhisper,harshandpenetrating:“Chanihasreturnedfromherhajra—Chanihasseenthewaters.”
Asussurantresponsearosefromthecrowd:“Shehasseenthewaters.”
“IconsecratethedaughterofLietintheSayyadina,”huskedtheoldwoman.
“Sheisaccepted,”thecrowdresponded.
Paulbarelyheardtheceremony,hisattentionstillcenteredonwhathadbeensaidofhismother.
Ifsheshouldfail?
HeturnedandlookedbackattheonetheycalledReverendMother,studyingthedriedcronefeatures,thefathomlessbluefixationofhereyes.Shelookedasthoughabreezewouldblowheraway,yettherewasthataboutherwhichsuggestedshemightstanduntouchedinthepathofacoriolisstorm.ShecarriedthesameauraofpowerthatherememberedfromtheReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiamwhohadtestedhimwithagonyinthewayofthegomjabbar.
“I,theReverendMotherRamallo,whosevoicespeaksasamultitude,saythistoyou,”theoldwomansaid.“ItisfittingthatChanientertheSayyadina.”
“Itisfitting,”thecrowdresponded.
