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Book Three: The Prophet
Andshefeltthememoriesrushingthroughheroutofallthoseotherpastssheshared.
“La,la,la,thewomencried,”saidHarah.
“Theraiderscamethroughthemushtamal,rushingatuswiththeirknivesdrippingredfromthelivesofourmen,”Jessicasaid.
Silencecameoverthethreeofthemasitwasinalltheapartmentsofthesietch,thesilencewhiletheyrememberedandkepttheirgriefthusfresh.
Presently,Harahutteredtheritualendingtotheceremony,givingthewordsaharshnessthatJessicahadneverbeforeheardinthem.
“Wewillneverforgiveandwewillneverforget,”Harahsaid.
Inthethoughtfulquietthatfollowedherwords,theyheardamutteringofpeople,theswishofmanyrobes.Jessicasensedsomeonestandingbeyondthehangingsthatshieldedherchamber.
“ReverendMother?”
Awoman’svoice,andJessicarecognizedit:thevoiceofTharthar,oneofStilgar’swives.
“Whatisit,Tharthar?”
“Thereistrouble,ReverendMother.”
Jessicafeltaconstrictionatherheart,anabruptfearforPaul.“Paul...”shegasped.
Thartharspreadthehangings,steppedintothechamber.Jessicaglimpsedapressofpeopleintheouterroombeforethehangingsfell.ShelookedupatTharthar—asmall,darkwomaninared-figuredrobeofblack,thetotalblueofhereyestrainedfixedlyonJessica,thenostrilsofhertinynosedilatedtorevealtheplugscars.
“Whatisit?”Jessicademanded.
“Thereiswordfromthesand,”Thartharsaid.“Usulmeetsthemakerforhistest...itistoday.Theyoungmensayhecannotfail,hewillbeasandriderbynightfall.
