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Book Three: The Prophet
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“It’sjustmademoretalkamongthepeople,”Harahsaid.
“Subiay’sboyishealthy?”Jessicaasked.ShesawthatsomethingwastroublingHarahdeeplyandwonderedatit.
“Healthyasanymothercouldask,”Harahsaid.“TheyknowAliadidn’thurthim.Theydidn’tsomuchmindhertouchinghim.Hesettleddownrightawayandwashappy.Iwas....”Harahshrugged.
“It’sthestrangenessofmydaughter,isthatit?”Jessicaasked.“It’sthewayshespeaksofthingsbeyondheryearsandofthingsnochildheragecouldknow—thingsofthepast.”
“HowcouldsheknowwhatachildlookedlikeonBelaTegeuse?”Harahdemanded.
“Buthedoes!”Aliasaid,“Subiay’sboylooksjustlikethesonofMithabornbeforetheparting.”
“Alia!”Jessicasaid.“Iwarnedyou.”
“But,Mother,Isawitanditwastrueand....”
Jessicashookherhead,seeingthesignsofdisturbanceinHarah’sface.WhathaveIborne?Jessicaaskedherself.AdaughterwhoknewatbirtheverythingthatIknew...andmore:everythingrevealedtoheroutofthecorridorsofthepastbytheReverendMotherswithinme.
“It’snotjustthethingsshesays,”Harahsaid.“It’stheexercises,too:thewayshesitsandstaresatarock,movingonlyonemusclebesidehernose,oramuscleonthebackofafinger,or—”
“ThosearetheBeneGesserittraining,”Jessicasaid.“Youknowthat,Harah.
Wouldyoudenymydaughterherinheritance?”
“ReverendMother,youknowthesethingsdon’tmattertome,”Harahsaid.
“It’sthepeopleandthewaytheymutter.Ifeeldangerinit.
