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your sufferings. But each of us must make her own path."
"I know."
"You're as dear to me as any of my own daughters, but I cannot let that interfere with duty."
"I understand . . . the necessity."
"What you did, Jessica, and why you did it -- we both know. But kindness forces me to tell you
there's little chance your lad will be the Bene Gesserit Totality. You mustn't let yourself hope
too much."
Jessica shook tears from the corners of her eyes. It was an angry gesture. "You make me feel
like a little girl again -- reciting my first lesson." She forced the words out: " 'Humans must
never submit to animals.' " A dry sob shook her. In a low voice, she said: "I've been so lonely."
"It should be one of the tests," the old woman said. "Humans are almost always lonely. Now
summon the boy. He's had a long, frightening day. But he's had time to think and remember, and I
must ask the other questions about these dreams of his."
Jessica nodded, went to the door of the Meditation Chamber, opened it. "Paul, come in now,
please."
Paul emerged with a stubborn slowness. He stared at his mother as though she were a stranger.
Wariness veiled his eyes when he glanced at the Reverend Mother, but this time he nodded to her,
the nod one gives an equal. He heard his mother close the door behind him.
"Young man," the old woman said, "let's return to this dream business."
"What do you want?"
"Do you dream every night?"
"Not dreams worth remembering. I can remember every dream, but some are worth remembering and
some aren't."
"How do you know the difference?"
"I just know it."
The old woman glanced at Jessica, back to Paul. "What did you dream last night? Was it worth
remembering?"
"Yes." Paul closed his eyes. "I dreamed a cavern . . . and water . . . and a girl there --
very skinny with big eyes. Her eyes are all blue, no whites in them. I talk to her and tell her
about you, about seeing the Reverend Mother on Caladan." Paul opened his eyes.
"And the thing you tell this strange girl about seeing me, did it happen today?"
Paul thought about this, then: "Yes. I tell the girl you came and put a stamp of strangeness
on me."
"Stamp of strangeness," the old woman breathed, and again she shot a glance at Jessica,
returned her attention to Paul. "Tell me truly now, Paul, do you often have dreams of things that
happen afterward exactly as you dreamed them?"
"Yes. And I've dreamed about that girl before."
"Oh? You know her?"
"I will know her."
"Tell me about her."


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Again, Paul closed his eyes. "We're in a little place in some rocks where it's sheltered. It's
almost night, but it's hot and I can see patches of sand out of an opening in the rocks. We're . .
. waiting for something . . . for me to go meet some people. And she's frightened but trying to
hide it from me, and I'm excited. And she says: 'Tell me about the waters of your homeworld,
Usul.' " Paul opened his eyes. "Isn't that strange? My homeworld's Caladan. I've never even heard