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Still
,
Mapes
held
the
knife
as
though
ready
to
use
it
.
Jessica
said
:
“
Did
you
think
that
I
,
knowing
the
mysteries
of
the
Great
Mother
,
would
not
know
the
Maker
?
”
Mapes
lowered
the
knife
.
“
My
Lady
,
when
one
has
lived
with
prophecy
for
so
long
,
the
moment
of
revelation
is
a
shock
.
”
Jessica
thought
about
the
prophecy
—
the
Shari
-
a
and
all
the
panoplia
propheticus
,
a
Bene
Gesserit
of
the
Missionaria
Protectiva
dropped
here
long
centuries
ago
—
long
dead
,
no
doubt
,
but
her
purpose
accomplished
:
the
protective
legends
implanted
in
these
people
against
the
day
of
a
Bene
Gesserit
’
s
need
.
Well
,
that
day
had
come
.
Mapes
returned
knife
to
sheath
,
said
:
“
This
is
an
unfixed
blade
,
my
Lady
.
Keep
it
near
you
.
More
than
a
week
away
from
flesh
and
it
begins
to
disintegrate
.
It
’
s
yours
,
a
tooth
of
shai
-
hulud
,
for
as
long
as
you
live
.
”
Jessica
reached
out
her
right
hand
,
risked
a
gamble
:
“
Mapes
,
you
’
ve
sheathed
that
blade
unblooded
.
”
With
a
gasp
,
Mapes
dropped
the
sheathed
knife
into
Jessica
’
s
hand
,
tore
open
the
brown
bodice
,
wailing
:
“
Take
the
water
of
my
life
!
”
