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Book Three: The Prophet
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Theyspeddownthepassage,throughanothervalvedoor,anotherpassageandthroughhangingsintowhathadbeentheSayyadina’salcoveinthedayswhenthiswasanoverdayrestcave.Rugsandcushionsnowcoveredthefloor.
Wovenhangingswiththeredfigureofahawkhidtherockwalls.Alowfielddeskatonesidewasstrewnwithpapersfromwhichliftedthearomaoftheirspiceorigin.
TheReverendMothersatalonedirectlyoppositetheentrance.Shelookedupwiththeinwardstarethatmadetheuninitiatedtremble.
Otheympressedpalmstogether,said:“IhavebroughtChani.”Hebowed,retreatedthroughthehangings.
AndJessicathought:HowdoItellChani?
“Howismygrandson?”Jessicaasked.
Soit’stobetheritualgreeting,Chanithought,andherfearsreturned.WhereisMuad’Dib?Whyisn’theheretogreetme?
“Heishealthyandhappy,mymother,”Chanisaid.“IlefthimwithAliainthecareofHarah.”
Mymother,Jessicathought.Yes,shehastherighttocallmethatintheformalgreeting.Shehasgivenmeagrandson.
“IhearagiftofclothhasbeensentfromCoanuasietch,”Jessicasaid.
“Itislovelycloth,”Chanisaid.
“DoesAliasendamessage?”
“Nomessage.Butthesietchmovesmoresmoothlynowthatthepeoplearebeginningtoacceptthemiracleofherstatus.”
Whydoesshedragthisoutso?Chaniwondered.Somethingwassourgentthattheysenta’thopterforme.Now,wedragthroughtheformalities!
“WemusthavesomeofthenewclothcutintogarmentsforlittleLeto,”Jessicasaid.
“Whateveryouwish,mymother,”Chanisaid.Sheloweredhergaze.
