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In
the
sudden
silence
that
followed
the
calling
voice
,
the
hoopwheel
face
of
the
second
moon
—
faintly
ivory
blue
—
rolled
over
the
rocks
across
the
basin
,
bright
and
peering
.
Scrambling
sounds
came
from
the
rocks
—
above
and
to
both
sides
.
.
.
dark
motions
in
the
moonlight
.
Many
figures
flowed
through
the
shadows
.
A
whole
troop
!
Paul
thought
with
a
sudden
pang
.
A
tall
man
in
a
mottled
burnoose
stepped
in
front
of
Jessica
.
His
mouth
baffle
was
thrown
aside
for
clear
speech
,
revealing
a
heavy
beard
in
the
sidelight
of
the
moon
,
but
face
and
eyes
were
hidden
in
the
overhang
of
his
hood
.
“
What
have
we
here
—
jinn
or
human
?
”
he
asked
.
When
Jessica
heard
the
true
-
banter
in
his
voice
,
she
allowed
herself
a
faint
hope
.
This
was
the
voice
of
command
,
the
voice
that
had
first
shocked
them
with
its
intrusion
from
the
night
.
“
Human
,
I
warrant
,
”
the
man
said
.
Jessica
sensed
rather
than
saw
the
knife
hidden
in
a
fold
of
the
man
’
s
robe
.
She
permitted
herself
one
bitter
regret
that
she
and
Paul
had
no
shields
.
“
Do
you
also
speak
?
”
the
man
asked
.
