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Book Three: The Prophet
Itwasaninstinct...abasicintuition.Thethoughtcameunbidden:‘SendforChani.’”
Forthefirsttime,ChanisawthesadnessinJessica’sexpression,theunveiledpainmodifyingtheinwardstare.
“I’vedoneallIknowtodo,”Jessicasaid.“Thatall...itissofarbeyondwhatisusuallysupposedasallthatyouwouldfinddifficultyimaginingit.Yet...Ifailed.”
“Theoldcompanion,Halleck,”Chaniasked,“isitpossiblehe’satraitor?”
“NotGurney,”Jessicasaid.
Thetwowordscarriedanentireconversation,andChanisawthesearching,thetests...thememoriesofoldfailuresthatwentintothisflatdenial.
Chanirockedbackontoherfeet,stoodup,smoothedherdesert-stainedrobe.
“Takemetohim,”shesaid.
Jessicaarose,turnedthroughhangingsontheleftwall.
Chanifollowed,foundherselfinwhathadbeenastoreroom,itsrockwallsconcealednowbeneathheavydraperies.Paullayonafieldpadagainstthefarwall.Asingleglowglobeabovehimilluminatedhisface.Ablackrobecoveredhimtothechest,leavinghisarmsoutsideitstretchedalonghissides.Heappearedtobeunclothedundertherobe.Theskinexposedlookedwaxen,rigid.
Therewasnovisiblemovementtohim.
Chanisuppressedthedesiretodashforward,throwherselfacrosshim.Shefoundherthoughts,instead,goingtoherson—Leto.AndsherealizedinthisinstantthatJessicaoncehadfacedsuchamoment—hermanthreatenedbydeath,forcedinherownmindtoconsiderwhatmightbedonetosaveayoungson.
