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He
had
acted
so
strangely
before
they
retired
,
she
thought
.
Withdrawn
.
He
was
like
one
come
back
from
the
dead
,
not
yet
fully
aware
of
his
return
,
his
eyes
half
shut
and
glassy
with
the
inward
stare
.
It
made
her
think
of
his
warning
about
the
spice
-
impregnated
diet
:
addictive
.
Are
there
side
effects
?
she
wondered
.
He
said
it
had
something
to
do
with
his
prescient
faculty
,
but
he
has
been
strangely
silent
about
what
he
sees
.
Stilgar
came
from
shadows
to
her
right
,
crossed
to
the
group
beneath
the
glowglobes
.
She
marked
how
he
fingered
his
beard
and
the
watchful
,
cat
-
stalking
look
of
him
.
Abrupt
fear
shot
through
Jessica
as
her
senses
awakened
to
the
tensions
visible
in
the
people
gathered
around
Paul
—
the
stiff
movements
,
the
ritual
positions
.
“
They
have
my
countenance
!
”
Stilgar
rumbled
.
Jessica
recognized
the
man
Stilgar
confronted
—
Jamis
!
She
saw
then
the
rage
in
Jamis
—
the
tight
set
of
his
shoulders
.
Jamis
,
the
man
Paul
bested
!
she
thought
.
“
You
know
the
rule
,
Stilgar
,
”
Jamis
said
.
“
Who
knows
it
better
?
”
Stilgar
asked
,
and
she
heard
the
tone
of
placation
in
his
voice
,
the
attempt
to
smooth
something
over
.
“
I
choose
the
combat
,
”
Jamis
growled
.
