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Book Three: The Prophet
Itwasakindofvisualfatigueanditcame,heknew,fromtheconstantnecessityofholdingtheprescientfutureasakindofmemorythatwasinitselfathingintrinsicallyofthepast.
Chanipreparedthemealforme,hetoldhimself.
YetChaniwasdeepinthesouth—inthecoldcountrywherethesunwashot—secretedinoneofthenewsietchstrongholds,safewiththeirson,LetoII.
Or,wasthatathingyettohappen?
No,hereassuredhimself,forAlia-the-Strange-One,hissister,hadgonetherewithhismotherandwithChani—atwenty-thumpertripintothesouth,ridingaReverendMother’spalanquinfixedtothebackofawildmaker.
Heshiedawayfromthethoughtofridingthegiantworms,askinghimself:OrisAliayettobeborn?
Iwasonrazzia,Paulrecalled.WewentraidingtorecoverthewaterofourdeadinArrakeen.AndIfoundtheremainsofmyfatherinthefuneralpyre.IenshrinedtheskullofmyfatherinaFremenrockmoundoverlookingHargPass.
Orwasthatathingyettobe?
Mywoundsarereal,Paultoldhimself.Myscarsarereal.Theshrineofmyfather’sskullisreal.
Stillinthedreamlikestate,PaulrememberedthatHarah,Jamis’wife,hadintrudedonhimoncetosaythere’dbeenafightinthesietchcorridor.Thathadbeentheinterimsietchbeforethewomenandchildrenhadbeensentintothedeepsouth.Harahhadstoodthereintheentrancetotheinnerchamber,theblackwingsofherhairtiedbackbywaterringsonachain.Shehadheldasidethechamber’shangingsandtoldhimthatChanihadjustkilledsomeone.
Thishappened,Paultoldhimself.
