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A
voice
out
of
the
basin
said
:
“
The
boy
got
away
,
Stil
.
What
are
we
—
”
“
Of
course
he
got
away
,
you
sand
-
brained
.
.
.
Ugh
-
h
-
h
!
Easy
,
woman
!
”
“
Tell
them
to
stop
hunting
my
son
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
They
’
ve
stopped
,
woman
.
He
got
away
as
you
intended
him
to
.
Great
gods
below
!
Why
didn
’
t
you
say
you
were
a
weirding
woman
and
a
fighter
?
”
“
Tell
your
men
to
fall
back
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Tell
them
to
go
out
into
the
basin
where
I
can
see
them
.
.
.
and
you
’
d
better
believe
that
I
know
how
many
of
them
there
are
.
”
And
she
thought
:
This
is
the
delicate
moment
,
but
if
this
man
is
as
sharp
-
minded
as
I
think
him
,
we
have
a
chance
.
Paul
inched
his
way
upward
,
found
a
narrow
ledge
on
which
he
could
rest
and
look
down
into
the
basin
.
Stilgar
’
s
voice
came
up
to
him
.
“
And
if
I
refuse
?
How
can
you
.
.
.
ugh
-
h
-
h
!
Leave
be
,
woman
!
We
mean
no
harm
to
you
,
now
.
Great
gods
!
If
you
can
do
this
to
the
strongest
of
us
,
you
’
re
worth
ten
times
your
weight
of
water
.
”
Now
,
the
test
of
reason
,
Jessica
thought
.
She
said
:
“
You
ask
after
the
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
.
”
“
You
could
be
the
folk
of
the
legend
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
I
’
ll
believe
that
when
it
’
s
been
tested
.
All
I
know
now
is
that
you
came
here
with
that
stupid
Duke
who
.
.
.
.
