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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Herealizedsuddenlythatitwasonethingtoseethepastoccupyingthepresent,butthetruetestofpresciencewastoseethepastinthefuture.
Thingspersistedinnotbeingwhattheyseemed.
“Drinkit,”Chanisaid.Shewavedthehornspoutofawatersackunderhisnose.
Paulstraightened,staringatChani.Hefeltcarnivalexcitementintheair.Heknewwhatwouldhappenifhedrankthisspicedrugwithitsquintessenceofthesubstancethatbroughtthechangeontohim.Hewouldreturntothevisionofpuretime,oftime-become-space.Itwouldperchhimonthedizzyingsummitanddefyhimtounderstand.
FrombehindChani,Stilgarsaid:“Drinkit,lad.Youdelaytherite.”
Paullistenedtothecrowdthen,hearingthewildnessintheirvoices—“Lisanal-Gaib,”theysaid.“Muad’Dib!”Helookeddownathismother.Sheappearedpeacefullyasleepinasittingposition—herbreathingevenanddeep.Aphraseoutofthefuturethatwashislonelypastcameintohismind:“ShesleepsintheWatersofLife.”
Chanituggedathissleeve.
Paultookthehornspoutintohismouth,hearingthepeopleshout.HefelttheliquidgushintohisthroatasChanipressedthesack,sensedgiddinessinthefumes.Chaniremovedthespout,handedthesackintohandsthatreachedforitfromthefloorofthecavern.Hiseyesfocusedonherarm,thegreenbandofmourningthere.
Asshestraightened,Chanisawthedirectionofhisgaze,said:“Icanmournhimeveninthehappinessofthewaters.Thiswassomethinghegaveus.”Sheputherhandintohis,pullinghimalongtheledge.
