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Book Three: The Prophet
“Thetribeneedsallitsstrength.”SheglancedatHarah.“Willyougowiththem?”
Harahansweredtheunspokenpartofthequestion:“ThartharwillallownoharmtobefallAlia.Sheknowswewillsoonbewivestogether,sheandI,tosharethesameman.Wehavetalked,ThartharandI.”HarahlookedupatTharthar,backtoJessica.“Wehaveanunderstanding.”
ThartharheldoutahandforAlia,said:“Wemusthurry.Theyoungmenareleaving.”
Theypressedthroughthehangings,thechild’shandinthesmallwoman’shand,butthechildseemedtobeleading.
“IfPaul-Muad’DibslaysStilgar,thiswillnotservethetribe,”Harahsaid.
“Alwaysbefore,ithasbeenthewayofsuccession,buttimeshavechanged.”
“Timeshavechangedforyou,aswell,”Jessicasaid.
“YoucannotthinkIdoubttheoutcomeofsuchabattle,”Harahsaid.“Usulcouldnotbutwin.”
“Thatwasmymeaning,”Jessicasaid.
“Andyouthinkmypersonalfeelingsenterintomyjudgment,”Harahsaid.
Sheshookherhead,herwaterringstinklingatherneck.“Howwrongyouare.
Perhapsyouthink,aswell,thatIregretnotbeingthechosenofUsul,thatIamjealousofChani?”
“Youmakeyourownchoiceasyouareable,”Jessicasaid.
“IpityChani,”Harahsaid.
Jessicastiffened.“Whatdoyoumean?”
“IknowwhatyouthinkofChani,”Harahsaid.“Youthinksheisnotthewifeforyourson.”
Jessicasettledback,relaxedonhercushions.Sheshrugged.“Perhaps.”
“Youcouldberight,”Harahsaid.“Ifyouare,youmayfindasurprisingally—Chaniherself.
