"I know that you have borne children, that you have lost loved ones, that you have hidden in fear and that you have done violence and will yet do more violence. Still, she found the thought unsettling that water was a major mark of wealth here. But bringing order of the confusion in the castle was more imperative. Jessica hesitated, wanting to question this Fremen woman, needing data to guide her. In a low voice, Mapes said: "I meant no offense, my Lady." It was double-edged like a kindjal and the blade was perhaps twenty centimeters long. The blade seemed to shine and glitter with a light of its own. She took sheath in one hand and handle in the other, withdrew a milk-white blade, held it up. A black handle with deep finger ridges protruded from it. Slowly, Mapes reached into the neck of her dress, brought out a dark sheath. "I know the Bhotani Jib and the Chakobsa, all the hunting languages." "Tongues are the Bene Gesserit's first learning," Jessica said. "I heard it several times as we drove through the streets this morning." Delay is as dangerous as the wrong answer. She's called the Shadow in the Chakobsa tongue. My answer could precipitate violence orwhat? She seeks an answer from me: the meaning of a knife. Here's the reason this Fremen has taken service with me, to ask that one question. And Jessica thought: There was an edge to that question.
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