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           “ItwaslikewakingfromsleepexceptthatIcouldnotremembergoingtosleep.Iwasinawarm,darkplace.AndIwasfrightened.”

           Listeningtothehalf-lispingvoiceofherdaughter,Jessicarememberedthatdayinthebigcavern.

           “WhenIwasfrightened,”Aliasaid,“Itriedtoescape,buttherewasnowaytoescape.ThenIsawaspark...butitwasn’texactlylikeseeingit.ThesparkwasjusttherewithmeandIfeltthespark’semotions...soothingme,comfortingme,tellingmethatwaythateverythingwouldbeallright.Thatwasmymother.”

           Harahrubbedathereyes,smiledreassuringlyatAlia.YettherewasalookofwildnessintheeyesoftheFremenwoman,anintensityasthoughthey,too,weretryingtohearAlia’swords.

           AndJessicathought:Whatdowereallyknowofhowsuchaonethinks...outofheruniqueexperiencesandtrainingandancestry?

           “JustwhenIfeltsafeandreassured,”Aliasaid,“therewasanothersparkwithus...andeverythingwashappeningatonce.TheothersparkwastheoldReverendMother.Shewas...tradingliveswithmymother...everything...andIwastherewiththem,seeingitall...everything.Anditwasover,andIwasthemandalltheothersandmyself...onlyittookmealongtimetofindmyselfagain.Thereweresomanyothers.”

           “Itwasacruelthing,”Jessicasaid.“Nobeingshouldwakeintoconsciousnessthus.Thewonderofitisyoucouldacceptallthathappenedtoyou.”

           “Icouldn’tdoanythingelse!”Aliasaid.“Ididn’tknowhowtorejectorhidemyconsciousness...orshutitoff...everythingjusthappened...