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What
was
it
St
.
Augustine
said
?
she
asked
herself
.
“
The
mind
commands
the
body
and
it
obeys
.
The
mind
orders
itself
and
meets
resistance
.
”
Yes
—
I
am
meeting
more
resistance
lately
.
I
could
use
a
quiet
retreat
by
myself
.
A
weird
cry
sounded
from
the
road
outside
the
house
.
It
was
repeated
:
“
Soo
-
soo
-
Sook
!
Soo
-
soo
-
Sook
!
”
Then
:
“
Ikhut
-
eigh
!
Ikhut
-
eigh
!
”
And
again
:
“
Soo
-
soo
-
Sook
!
”
“
What
is
that
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
I
heard
it
several
times
as
we
drove
through
the
streets
this
morning
.
”
“
Only
a
water
-
seller
,
my
Lady
.
But
you
’
ve
no
need
to
interest
yourself
in
such
as
they
.
The
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
.
”
