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Paul
took
a
half
-
step
forward
.
“
What
are
you
talking
about
?
”
Stilgar
flicked
a
glance
across
Paul
,
but
kept
his
attention
on
Jessica
.
“
Unless
you
’
ve
been
deep
-
trained
from
childhood
to
live
here
,
you
could
bring
destruction
onto
an
entire
tribe
.
It
is
the
law
,
and
we
cannot
carry
useless
.
.
.
.
”
Jessica
’
s
motion
started
as
a
slumping
,
deceptive
faint
to
the
ground
.
It
was
the
obvious
thing
for
a
weak
outworlder
to
do
,
and
the
obvious
slows
an
opponent
’
s
reactions
.
It
takes
an
instant
to
interpret
a
known
thing
when
that
thing
is
exposed
as
something
unknown
.
She
shifted
as
she
saw
his
right
shoulder
drop
to
bring
a
weapon
within
the
folds
of
his
robe
to
bear
on
her
new
position
.
A
turn
,
a
slash
of
her
arm
,
a
whirling
of
mingled
robes
,
and
she
was
against
the
rocks
with
the
man
helpless
in
front
of
her
.
At
his
mother
’
s
first
movement
,
Paul
backed
two
steps
.
As
she
attacked
,
he
dove
for
shadows
.
A
bearded
man
rose
up
in
his
path
,
half
-
crouched
,
lunging
forward
with
a
weapon
in
one
hand
.
Paul
took
the
man
beneath
the
sternum
with
a
straight
-
hand
jab
,
sidestepped
and
chopped
the
base
of
his
neck
,
relieving
him
of
the
weapon
as
he
fell
.
Then
Paul
was
into
the
shadows
,
scrambling
upward
among
the
rocks
,
the
weapon
tucked
into
his
waist
sash
.
He
had
recognized
it
in
spite
of
its
unfamiliar
shape
—
a
projectile
weapon
,
and
that
said
many
things
about
this
place
,
another
clue
that
shields
were
not
used
here
.
They
will
concentrate
on
my
mother
and
that
Stilgar
fellow
.
She
can
handle
him
.
I
must
get
to
a
safe
vantage
point
where
I
can
threaten
them
and
give
her
time
to
escape
.
There
came
a
chorus
of
sharp
spring
-
clicks
from
the
basin
.
Projectiles
whined
off
the
rocks
around
him
.
One
of
them
flicked
his
robe
.
He
squeezed
around
a
corner
in
the
rocks
,
found
himself
in
a
narrow
vertical
crack
,
began
inching
upward
—
his
back
against
one
side
,
his
feet
against
the
other
—
slowly
,
as
silently
as
he
could
.
The
roar
of
Stilgar
’
s
voice
echoed
up
to
him
:
“
Get
back
,
you
wormheaded
lice
!
She
’
ll
break
my
neck
if
you
come
near
!
”
