"Alia!" Jessica said. "I warned you."
"But, Mother, I saw it and it was true and . . . "
Jessica shook her head, seeing the signs of disturbance in Harah's face.
What have I borne? Jessica asked herself. A daughter who knew at birth everything that I knew . . . and more: everything revealed to her out of the corridors of the past by the Reverend Mothers within me.
"It's not just the things she says," Harah said. "It's the exercises, too: the way she sits and stares at a rock, moving only one muscle beside her nose, or a muscle on the back of a finger, or --"
"Those are the Bene Gesserit training," Jessica said. "You know that, Harah.
Would you deny my daughter her inheritance?"
"Reverend Mother, you know these things don't matter to me," Harah said.
"It's the people and the way they mutter. I feel danger in it. They say your daughter's a demon, that other children refuse to play with her, that she's --"
"She has so little in common with the other children," Jessica said. "She's no demon. It's just the --"
"Of course she's not!"
Jessica found herself surprised at the vehemence in Harah's tone, glanced down at Alia. The child appeared lost in thought, radiating a sense of . . .
waiting. Jessica returned her attention to Harah.
"I respect the fact that you're a member of my son's household," Jessica said. (Alia stirred against her hand.) "You may speak openly with me of whatever's troubling you."
"I will not be a member of your son's household much longer," Harah said.
"I've waited this long for the sake of my sons, the special training they receive as the children of Usul. It's little enough I could give them since it's known I don't share your son's bed."
Again Alia stirred beside her, half-sleeping, warm.
"You'd have made a good companion for my son, though," Jessica said. And she added to herself because such thoughts were ever with her: Companion . . . not a wife. Jessica's thoughts went then straight to the center, to the pang that came from the common talk in the sietch that her son's companionship with Chani had become a permanent thing, the marriage.
I love Chani, Jessica thought, but she reminded herself that love might have to step aside for royal necessity. Royal marriages had other reasons than love.
"You think I don't know what you plan for your son?" Harah asked.
"What do you mean?" Jessica demanded.
"You plan to unite the tribes under Him," Harah said.
"Is that bad?"
"I see danger for him . . . and Alia is part of that danger."
Alia nestled closer to her mother, eyes opened now and studying Harah.
"I've watched you two together," Harah said, "the way you touch. And Alia is like my own flesh because she's sister to one who is like my brother. I've watched over her and guarded her from the time she was a mere baby, from the time of the razzia when we fled here. I've seen many things about her."
Jessica nodded, feeling disquiet begin to grow in Alia beside her.
"You know what I mean," Harah said. "The way she knew from the first what we were saying to her. When has there been another baby who knew the water discipline so young? What other baby's first words to her nurse were: 'I love you, Harah'?"
Harah stared at Alia. "Why do you think I accept her insults? I know there's no malice in them."
Alia looked up at her mother.
"Yes, I have reasoning powers, Reverend Mother," Harah said. "I could have been of the Sayyadina. I have seen what I have seen."
"Harah . . . " Jessica shrugged. "I don't know what to say." And she felt surprise at herself, because this literally was true.
Alia straightened, squared her shoulders. Jessica felt the sense of waiting ended, an emotion compounded of decision and sadness.
"We made a mistake," Alia said. "Now we need Harah."
"It was the ceremony of the seed," Harah said, "when you changed the Water of Life, Reverend Mother, when Alia was yet unborn within you."
Need Harah? Jessica asked herself.
"Who else can talk among the people and make them begin to understand me?"
Alia asked.
"What would you have her do?" Jessica asked.
"She already knows what to do," Alia said.
