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cistern here holds fifty thousand liters and it's always kept full." She glanced down at her
dress. "Why, you know, my Lady, I don't even have to wear my stillsuit here?" She cackled. "And me
not even dead!"
Jessica hesitated, wanting to question this Fremen woman, needing data to guide her. But
bringing order of the confusion in the castle was more imperative. Still, she found the thought
unsettling that water was a major mark of wealth here.
"My husband told me of your title, Shadout," Jessica said. "I recognized the word. It's a very
ancient word."
"You know the ancient tongues then?" Mapes asked, and she waited with an odd intensity.
"Tongues are the Bene Gesserit's first learning," Jessica said. "I know the Bhotani Jib and
the Chakobsa, all the hunting languages."
Mapes nodded. "Just as the legend says."
And Jessica wondered: Why do I play out this sham? But the Bene Gesserit ways were devious and
compelling.
"I know the Dark Things and the ways of the Great Mother," Jessica said. She read the more
obvious signs in Mapes' actions and appearance, the petit betrayals. "Miseces prejia," she said in
the Chakobsa tongue. "Andral t're pera! Trada cik buscakri miseces perakri --"
Mapes took a backward step, appeared poised to flee.
"I know many things." Jessica said. "I know that you have borne children, that you have lost
loved ones, that you have hidden in fear and that you have done violence and will yet do more
violence. I know many things."
In a low voice, Mapes said: "I meant no offense, my Lady."
"You speak of the legend and seek answers," Jessica said. "Beware the answers you may find. I
know you came prepared for violence with a weapon in your bodice."
"My Lady, I . . . "
"There's a remote possibility you could draw my life's blood," Jessica said, "but in so doing
you'd bring down more ruin than your wildest fears could imagine. There are worse things than
dying, you know -- even for an entire people."
"My Lady!" Mapes pleaded. She appeared about to fall to her knees. "The weapon was sent as a
gift to you should you prove to be the One."


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"And as the means of my death should I prove otherwise," Jessica said. She waited in the
seeming relaxation that made the Bene Gesserit-trained so terrifying in combat.
Now we see which way the decision tips, she thought.
Slowly, Mapes reached into the neck of her dress, brought out a dark sheath. A black handle
with deep finger ridges protruded from it. She took sheath in one hand and handle in the other,
withdrew a milk-white blade, held it up. The blade seemed to shine and glitter with a light of its
own. It was double-edged like a kindjal and the blade was perhaps twenty centimeters long.
"Do you know this, my Lady?" Mapes asked.
It could only be one thing, Jessica knew, the fabled crysknife of Arrakis, the blade that had
never been taken off the planet, and was known only by rumor and wild gossip.
"It's a crysknife," she said.
"Say it not lightly," Mapes said. "Do you know its meaning?"
And Jessica thought: There was an edge to that question. Here's the reason this Fremen has
taken service with me, to ask that one question. My answer could precipitate violence or . . .
what? She seeks an answer from me: the meaning of a knife. She's called the Shadow in the Chakobsa