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Book Three: The Prophet
Inthelightelevationtheceremonyalwaysimparted,shesensedthelife-glowfromPaul—aradiationthereregisteringonhersenses.
Inthatinstant,sheknew.
“Youdrankthesacredwater!”sheblurted.
“Onedropofit,”Paulsaid.“Sosmall...onedrop.”
“Howcouldyoudosuchafoolishthing?”shedemanded.
“Heisyourson,”Chanisaid.
Jessicaglaredather.
Araresmile,warmandfullofunderstanding,touchedPaul’slips.“Hearmybeloved,”hesaid.“Listentoher,Mother.Sheknows.”
“Athingthatotherscando,hemustdo,”Chanisaid.
“WhenIhadthedropinmymouth,whenIfeltitandsmelledit,whenIknewwhatitwasdoingtome,thenIknewIcoulddothethingthatyouhavedone,”hesaid.“YourBeneGesseritproctorsspeakoftheKwisatzHaderach,buttheycannotbegintoguessthemanyplacesIhavebeen.InthefewminutesI....”Hebrokeoff,lookingatChaniwithapuzzledfrown.“Chani?Howdidyougethere?You’resupposedtobe....Whyareyouhere?”
Hetriedtopushhimselfontohiselbows.Chanipressedhimbackgently.
“Please,myUsul,”shesaid.
“Ifeelsoweak,”hesaid.Hisgazedartedaroundtheroom.“HowlonghaveIbeenhere?”
“You’vebeenthreeweeksinacomasodeepthatthesparkoflifeseemedtohavefled,”Jessicasaid.
“Butitwas....Itookitjustamomentagoand....”
“Amomentforyou,threeweeksoffearforme,”Jessicasaid.
“Itwasonlyonedrop,butIconvertedit,”Paulsaid.“IchangedtheWaterofLife.
