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A
twisting
burrow
-
mound
of
sand
cut
through
the
dunes
within
their
field
of
vision
.
The
mound
lifted
in
front
,
dusting
away
like
a
bow
wave
in
water
.
Then
it
was
gone
,
coursing
off
to
the
left
.
The
sound
diminished
,
died
.
“
I
’
ve
seen
space
frigates
that
were
smaller
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
She
nodded
,
continuing
to
stare
across
the
desert
.
Where
the
worm
had
passed
there
remained
that
tantalizing
gap
.
It
flowed
bitterly
endless
before
them
,
beckoning
beneath
its
horizontal
collapse
of
skyline
.
“
When
we
’
ve
rested
,
”
Jessica
said
,
“
we
should
continue
with
your
lessons
.
”
He
suppressed
a
sudden
anger
,
said
:
“
Mother
,
don
’
t
you
think
we
could
do
without
.
.
.
.
”
“
Today
you
panicked
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
know
your
mind
and
bindu
-
nervature
perhaps
better
than
I
do
,
but
you
’
ve
much
yet
to
learn
about
your
body
’
s
prana
-
musculature
.
The
body
does
things
of
itself
sometimes
,
Paul
,
and
I
can
teach
you
about
this
.
You
must
learn
to
control
every
muscle
,
every
fiber
of
your
body
.
You
need
review
of
the
hands
.
We
’
ll
start
with
finger
muscles
,
palm
tendons
,
and
tip
sensitivity
.
”
She
turned
away
.
“
Come
,
into
the
tent
,
now
.
”
He
flexed
the
fingers
of
his
left
hand
,
watching
her
crawl
through
the
sphincter
valve
,
knowing
that
he
could
not
deflect
her
from
this
determination
.
.
.
that
he
must
agree
.
Whatever
has
been
done
to
me
,
I
’
ve
been
a
party
to
it
,
he
thought
.
