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Book Three: The Prophet
Shestaggeredupandback,wouldhavefallenhadnotChanijumpedtosupporther.
“ReverendMother!”Chanisaid.“Whatiswrong?”
“Tired,”Jessicawhispered.“So...tired.”
“Here,”Chanisaid.“Sithere.”ShehelpedJessicatoacushionagainstthewall.
ThestrongyoungarmsfeltsogoodtoJessica.SheclungtoChani.
“Hehas,intruth,seentheWaterofLife?”Chaniasked.ShedisengagedherselffromJessica’sgrip.
“Hehasseen,”Jessicawhispered.Hermindstillrolledandsurgedfromthecontact.Itwaslikesteppingtosolidlandafterweeksonaheavingsea.ShesensedtheoldReverendMotherwithinher...andalltheothersawakenedandquestioning:“Whatwasthat?Whathappened?Wherewasthatplace?”
ThroughitallthreadedtherealizationthathersonwastheKwisatzHaderach,theonewhocouldbemanyplacesatonce.HewasthefactoutoftheBeneGesseritdream.Andthefactgavehernopeace.
“Whathappened?”Chanidemanded.
Jessicashookherhead.
Paulsaid:“Thereisineachofusanancientforcethattakesandanancientforcethatgives.Amanfindslittledifficultyfacingthatplacewithinhimselfwherethetakingforcedwells,butit’salmostimpossibleforhimtoseeintothegivingforcewithoutchangingintosomethingotherthanman.Forawoman,thesituationisreversed.”
Jessicalookedup,foundChaniwasstaringatherwhilelisteningtoPaul.
“Doyouunderstandme,Mother?”Paulasked.
Shecouldonlynod.
“Thesethingsaresoancientwithinus,”Paulsaid,“thatthey’regroundintoeachseparatecellofourbodies.
