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Another
smaller
pin
with
similar
likeness
hung
at
the
corner
of
the
hood
which
was
thrown
back
over
his
shoulders
.
Halleck
twisted
in
the
seat
beside
Paul
,
reached
back
into
the
rear
compartment
and
brought
out
his
baliset
.
Kynes
looked
around
as
Halleck
tuned
the
instrument
,
then
returned
his
attention
to
their
course
.
“
What
would
you
like
to
hear
,
young
Master
?
”
Halleck
asked
.
“
You
choose
,
Gurney
,
”
Paul
said
.
Halleck
bent
his
ear
close
to
the
sounding
board
,
strummed
a
chord
and
sang
softly
:
“
Our
fathers
ate
manna
in
the
desert
,
In
the
burning
places
where
whirlwinds
came
.
Lord
,
save
us
from
that
horrible
land
!
Save
us
.
.
.
oh
-
h
-
h
-
h
,
save
us
From
the
dry
and
thirsty
land
.
”
Kynes
glanced
at
the
Duke
,
said
:
“
You
do
travel
with
a
light
complement
of
guards
,
my
Lord
.
