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Book One: Dune
“Iknowthatyouhavebornechildren,thatyouhavelostlovedones,thatyouhavehiddeninfearandthatyouhavedoneviolenceandwillyetdomoreviolence.Iknowmanythings.”
Inalowvoice,Mapessaid:“Imeantnooffense,myLady.”
“Youspeakofthelegendandseekanswers,”Jessicasaid.“Bewaretheanswersyoumayfind.Iknowyoucamepreparedforviolencewithaweaponinyourbodice.”
“MyLady,I....”
“There’saremotepossibilityyoucoulddrawmylife’sblood,”Jessicasaid,
“butinsodoingyou’dbringdownmoreruinthanyourwildestfearscouldimagine.Thereareworsethingsthandying,youknow—evenforanentirepeople.”
“MyLady!”Mapespleaded.Sheappearedabouttofalltoherknees.“TheweaponwassentasagifttoyoushouldyouprovetobetheOne.”
“AndasthemeansofmydeathshouldIproveotherwise,”Jessicasaid.ShewaitedintheseemingrelaxationthatmadetheBeneGesserit-trainedsoterrifyingincombat.
Nowweseewhichwaythedecisiontips,shethought.
Slowly,Mapesreachedintotheneckofherdress,broughtoutadarksheath.
Ablackhandlewithdeepfingerridgesprotrudedfromit.Shetooksheathinonehandandhandleintheother,withdrewamilk-whiteblade,helditup.Thebladeseemedtoshineandglitterwithalightofitsown.Itwasdouble-edgedlikeakindjalandthebladewasperhapstwentycentimeterslong.
“Doyouknowthis,myLady?”Mapesasked.
