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Paul
felt
his
right
arm
trembling
,
felt
sweat
bathing
his
body
.
“
Enough
,
”
the
old
woman
muttered
.
“
Kull
wahad
!
No
woman
-
child
ever
withstood
that
much
.
I
must
’
ve
wanted
you
to
fail
.
”
She
leaned
back
,
withdrawing
the
gom
jabbar
from
the
side
of
his
neck
.
“
Take
your
hand
from
the
box
,
young
human
,
and
look
at
it
.
”
He
fought
down
an
aching
shiver
,
stared
at
the
lightless
void
where
his
hand
seemed
to
remain
of
its
own
volition
.
Memory
of
pain
inhibited
every
movement
.
Reason
told
him
he
would
withdraw
a
blackened
stump
from
that
box
.
“
Do
it
!
”
she
snapped
.
He
jerked
his
hand
from
the
box
,
stared
at
it
astonished
.
Not
a
mark
.
No
sign
of
agony
on
the
flesh
.
He
held
up
the
hand
,
turned
it
,
flexed
the
fingers
.
“
Pain
by
nerve
induction
,
”
she
said
.
“
Can
’
t
go
around
maiming
potential
humans
.
There
’
re
those
who
’
d
give
a
pretty
for
the
secret
of
this
box
,
though
.
”
She
slipped
it
into
the
folds
of
her
gown
.
“
But
the
pain
—
”
he
said
.
“
Pain
,
”
she
sniffed
.
“
A
human
can
override
any
nerve
in
the
body
.
”
Paul
felt
his
left
hand
aching
,
uncurled
the
clenched
fingers
,
looked
at
four
bloody
marks
where
fingernails
had
bitten
his
palm
.
He
dropped
the
hand
to
his
side
,
looked
at
the
old
woman
.
“
You
did
that
to
my
mother
once
?
”
