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Presently
,
he
looked
up
the
fissure
at
the
new
slope
,
studying
it
,
marking
the
looseness
of
the
sand
.
“
If
we
could
immobilize
a
small
area
of
that
slope
and
the
upper
face
of
a
hole
dug
into
the
sand
,
we
might
be
able
to
put
down
a
shaft
to
the
pack
.
Water
might
do
it
,
but
we
don
’
t
have
enough
water
for
.
.
.
.
”
He
broke
off
,
then
:
“
Foam
.
”
Jessica
held
herself
to
stillness
lest
she
disturb
the
hyperfunctioning
of
his
mind
.
Paul
looked
out
at
the
open
dunes
,
searching
with
his
nostrils
as
well
as
his
eyes
,
finding
the
direction
and
then
centering
his
attention
on
a
darkened
patch
of
sand
below
them
.
“
Spice
,
”
he
said
.
“
Its
essence
—
highly
alkaline
.
And
I
have
the
paracompass
.
Its
power
pack
is
acid
-
base
.
”
Jessica
sat
up
straight
against
the
rock
.
Paul
ignored
her
,
leaped
to
his
feet
,
and
was
off
down
the
wind
-
compacted
surface
that
spilled
from
the
end
of
the
fissure
to
the
desert
’
s
floor
.
She
watched
the
way
he
walked
,
breaking
his
stride
—
step
.
.
.
pause
,
step
-
step
.
.
.
slide
.
.
.
pause
.
.
.
