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“
Shall
I
summon
a
handler
to
help
you
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
I
’
ll
manage
,
my
Lady
.
”
Yes
,
she
’
ll
manage
,
Jessica
thought
.
There
’
s
that
about
this
Fremen
creature
:
the
drive
to
manage
.
Jessica
felt
the
cold
sheath
of
the
crysknife
beneath
her
bodice
,
thought
of
the
long
chain
of
Bene
Gesserit
scheming
that
had
forged
another
link
here
.
Because
of
that
scheming
,
she
had
survived
a
deadly
crisis
.
“
It
cannot
be
hurried
,
”
Mapes
had
said
.
Yet
there
was
a
tempo
of
headlong
rushing
to
this
place
that
filled
Jessica
with
foreboding
.
And
not
all
the
preparations
of
the
Missionaria
Protectiva
nor
Hawat
’
s
suspicious
inspection
of
this
castellated
pile
of
rocks
could
dispel
the
feeling
.
“
When
you
’
ve
finished
hanging
those
,
start
unpacking
the
boxes
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
One
of
the
cargo
men
at
the
entry
has
all
the
keys
and
knows
where
things
should
go
.
Get
the
keys
and
the
list
from
him
.
If
there
are
any
questions
I
’
ll
be
in
the
south
wing
.
”
“
As
you
will
,
my
Lady
,
”
Mapes
said
.
Jessica
turned
away
,
thinking
:
Hawat
may
have
passed
this
residency
as
safe
,
but
there
’
s
something
wrong
about
the
place
.
I
can
feel
it
.
An
urgent
need
to
see
her
son
gripped
Jessica
.
She
began
walking
toward
the
arched
doorway
that
led
into
the
passage
to
the
dining
hall
and
the
family
wings
.
