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You have heard the story of Muad‘Dib‘s sister. You have read how she, standing alone, conquered Sardaukar as a child of four, and you have wondered: What power guided her knife hand?
From earliest childhood, St. Alia-of-the-Knife stood apart from other children. On Arrakis, they shrank from her ancient wisdom in fear. Yet there was no malice in her: Her very first words were to greet her nurse with tender love, even as the myriad consciousnesses of the old Reverend Mothers roiled within her.
The Lady Jessica thus came to understand that this awakening was a blessing, not a curse.
