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Right
now
,
I
believe
we
’
re
coming
to
the
edge
of
the
Shield
Wall
.
Do
I
hold
the
same
course
?
”
“
The
same
course
,
”
Kynes
muttered
.
Paul
looked
out
his
window
.
Beneath
them
,
the
broken
ground
began
to
drop
away
in
tumbled
creases
toward
a
barren
rock
plain
and
a
knife
-
edged
shelf
.
Beyond
the
shelf
,
fingernail
crescents
of
dunes
marched
toward
the
horizon
with
here
and
there
in
the
distance
a
dull
smudge
,
a
darker
blotch
to
tell
of
something
not
sand
.
Rock
outcroppings
,
perhaps
.
In
the
heat
-
addled
air
,
Paul
couldn
’
t
be
sure
.
“
Are
there
any
plants
down
there
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
Some
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
This
latitude
’
s
life
-
zone
has
mostly
what
we
call
minor
water
stealers
—
adapted
to
raiding
each
other
for
moisture
,
gobbling
up
the
trace
-
dew
.
Some
parts
of
the
desert
teem
with
life
.
But
all
of
it
has
learned
how
to
survive
under
these
rigors
.
If
you
get
caught
down
there
,
you
imitate
that
life
or
you
die
.
”
“
You
mean
steal
water
from
each
other
?
”
Paul
asked
.
The
idea
outraged
him
,
and
his
voice
betrayed
his
emotion
.
“
It
’
s
done
,
”
Kynes
said
,
“
but
that
wasn
’
t
precisely
my
meaning
.
You
see
,
my
climate
demands
a
special
attitude
toward
water
.
You
are
aware
of
water
at
all
times
.
You
waste
nothing
that
contains
moisture
.
”
