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Paul
started
to
speak
,
hesitated
,
remembering
his
mother
’
s
teaching
:
“
Beginnings
are
such
delicate
times
.
”
“
My
son
has
what
weapons
he
needs
,
”
Jessica
said
.
She
stared
at
Stilgar
,
forcing
him
to
think
of
how
Paul
had
acquired
the
pistol
.
Stilgar
glanced
at
the
man
Paul
had
subdued
—
Jamis
.
The
man
stood
at
one
side
,
head
lowered
,
breathing
heavily
.
“
You
are
a
difficult
woman
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
held
out
his
left
hand
to
a
companion
,
snapped
his
fingers
.
“
Kushti
bakka
te
.
”
More
Chakobsa
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
companion
pressed
two
squares
of
gauze
into
Stilgar
’
s
hand
.
Stilgar
ran
them
through
his
fingers
,
fixed
one
around
Jessica
’
s
neck
beneath
her
hood
,
fitted
the
other
around
Paul
’
s
neck
in
the
same
way
.
“
Now
you
wear
the
kerchief
of
the
bakka
,
”
he
said
.
“
If
we
become
separated
,
you
will
be
recognized
as
belonging
to
Stilgar
’
s
sietch
.
We
will
talk
of
weapons
another
time
.
”
He
moved
out
through
his
band
now
,
inspecting
them
,
giving
Paul
’
s
Fremkit
pack
to
one
of
his
men
to
carry
.
Bakka
,
Jessica
thought
,
recognizing
the
religious
term
:
bakka
—
the
weeper
.
