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“
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
.
”
“
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
.
