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Book Three: The Prophet
Thedifferencesinthewayshecomprehendedtheuniversehauntedhim—accuracymatchedwithinaccuracy.Hesawitinsitu.Yet,whenitwasborn,whenitcameintothepressuresofreality,thenowhaditsownlifeandgrewwithitsownsubtledifferences.Terriblepurposeremained.Raceconsciousnessremained.Andoverallloomedthejihad,bloodyandwild.
Chanijoinedhimoutsidethetent,huggingherelbows,lookingupathimfromthecornersofhereyesthewayshedidwhenshestudiedhismood.
“Tellmeagainaboutthewatersofthybirthworld,Usul,”shesaid.
Hesawthatshewastryingtodistracthim,easehismindoftensionsbeforethedeadlytest.Itwasgrowinglighter,andhenotedthatsomeofhisFedaykinwerealreadystrikingtheirtents.
“I’dratheryoutoldmeaboutthesietchandaboutourson,”hesaid.“DoesourLetoyetholdmymotherinhispalm?”
“It’sAliaheholdsaswell,”shesaid.“Andhegrowsrapidly.He’llbeabigman.”
“What’sitlikeinthesouth?”heasked.
“Whenyouridethemakeryou’llseeforyourself,”shesaid.
“ButIwishtoseeitfirstthroughyoureyes.”
“It’spowerfullylonely,”shesaid.
Hetouchedthenezhoniscarfatherforeheadwhereitprotrudedfromherstillsuitcap.“Whywillyounottalkaboutthesietch?”
“Ihavetalkedaboutit.Thesietchisalonelyplacewithoutourmen.It’saplaceofwork.Welaborinthefactoriesandthepottingrooms.Thereareweaponstobemade,polestoplantthatwemayforecasttheweather,spicetocollectforthebribes.
