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The
others
drank
in
embarrassed
silence
.
Again
,
the
Duke
lifted
his
water
flagon
,
and
this
time
emptied
its
remaining
half
onto
the
floor
,
knowing
that
the
others
around
the
table
must
do
the
same
.
Jessica
was
first
to
follow
his
example
.
There
was
a
frozen
moment
before
the
others
began
emptying
their
flagons
.
Jessica
saw
how
Paul
,
seated
near
his
father
,
was
studying
the
reactions
around
him
.
She
found
herself
also
fascinated
by
what
her
guests
’
actions
revealed
—
especially
among
the
women
.
This
was
clean
,
potable
water
,
not
something
already
cast
away
in
a
sopping
towel
.
Reluctance
to
just
discard
it
exposed
itself
in
trembling
hands
,
delayed
reactions
,
nervous
laughter
.
.
.
and
violent
obedience
to
the
necessity
.
One
woman
dropped
her
flagon
,
looked
the
other
way
as
her
male
companion
recovered
it
.
Kynes
,
though
,
caught
her
attention
most
sharply
.
The
planetologist
hesitated
,
then
emptied
his
flagon
into
a
container
beneath
his
jacket
.
He
smiled
at
Jessica
as
he
caught
her
watching
him
,
raised
the
empty
flagon
to
her
in
a
silent
toast
.
He
appeared
completely
unembarrassed
by
his
action
.
Halleck
’
s
music
still
wafted
over
the
room
,
but
it
had
come
out
of
its
minor
key
,
lilting
and
lively
now
as
though
he
were
trying
to
lift
the
mood
.
“
Let
the
dinner
commence
,
”
the
Duke
said
,
and
sank
into
his
chair
.
He
’
s
angry
and
uncertain
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
loss
of
that
factory
crawler
hit
him
more
deeply
than
it
should
have
.
It
must
be
something
more
than
that
loss
.
He
acts
like
a
desperate
man
.
She
lifted
her
fork
,
hoping
in
the
motion
to
hide
her
own
sudden
bitterness
.
Why
not
?
He
is
desperate
.
