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“
But
,
Wellington
,
that
’
s
the
mystery
.
The
water
was
there
.
It
dries
up
.
And
never
again
is
there
water
.
Yet
another
hole
nearby
produces
the
same
result
:
a
trickle
that
stops
.
Has
no
one
ever
been
curious
about
this
?
”
“
It
is
curious
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
suspect
some
living
agency
?
Wouldn
’
t
that
have
shown
in
core
samples
?
”
“
What
would
have
shown
?
Alien
plant
matter
.
.
.
or
animal
?
Who
could
recognize
it
?
”
She
turned
back
to
the
slope
.
“
The
water
is
stopped
.
Something
plugs
it
.
That
’
s
my
suspicion
.
”
“
Perhaps
the
reason
’
s
known
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
Harkonnens
sealed
off
many
sources
of
information
about
Arrakis
.
Perhaps
there
was
reason
to
suppress
this
.
”
“
What
reason
?
”
she
asked
.
“
And
then
there
’
s
the
atmospheric
moisture
.
Little
enough
of
it
,
certainly
,
but
there
’
s
some
.
It
’
s
the
major
source
of
water
here
,
caught
in
windtraps
and
precipitators
.
Where
does
that
come
from
?
”
“
The
polar
caps
?
”
“
Cold
air
takes
up
little
moisture
,
Wellington
.
There
are
things
here
behind
the
Harkonnen
veil
that
bear
close
investigation
,
and
not
all
of
those
things
are
directly
involved
with
the
spice
.
”
“
We
are
indeed
behind
the
Harkonnen
veil
,
”
he
said
.
“
Perhaps
we
’
ll
.
.
.
.
”
He
broke
off
,
noting
the
sudden
intense
way
she
was
looking
at
him
.
“
Is
something
wrong
?
”
