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Book Three: The Prophet
“YouplantounitethetribesunderHim,”Harahsaid.
“Isthatbad?”
“Iseedangerforhim...andAliaispartofthatdanger.”
Alianestledclosertohermother,eyesopenednowandstudyingHarah.
“I’vewatchedyoutwotogether,”Harahsaid,“thewayyoutouch.AndAliaislikemyownfleshbecauseshe’ssistertoonewhoislikemybrother.I’vewatchedoverherandguardedherfromthetimeshewasamerebaby,fromthetimeoftherazziawhenwefledhere.I’veseenmanythingsabouther.”
Jessicanodded,feelingdisquietbegintogrowinAliabesideher.
“YouknowwhatImean,”Harahsaid.“Thewaysheknewfromthefirstwhatweweresayingtoher.Whenhastherebeenanotherbabywhoknewthewaterdisciplinesoyoung?Whatotherbaby’sfirstwordstohernursewere:‘Iloveyou,Harah’?”
HarahstaredatAlia.“WhydoyouthinkIacceptherinsults?Iknowthere’snomaliceinthem.”
Alialookedupathermother.
“Yes,Ihavereasoningpowers,ReverendMother,”Harahsaid.“IcouldhavebeenoftheSayyadina.IhaveseenwhatIhaveseen.”
“Harah....”Jessicashrugged.“Idon’tknowwhattosay.”Andshefelt
surpriseatherself,becausethisliterallywastrue.
Aliastraightened,squaredhershoulders.Jessicafeltthesenseofwaitingended,anemotioncompoundedofdecisionandsadness.
“Wemadeamistake,”Aliasaid.“NowweneedHarah.”
“Itwastheceremonyoftheseed,”Harahsaid,“whenyouchangedtheWaterofLife,ReverendMother,whenAliawasyetunbornwithinyou.”
NeedHarah?Jessicaaskedherself.
