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“
You
will
answer
to
me
then
,
”
Jessica
said
,
and
she
pitched
her
voice
in
a
twisting
tone
with
a
little
whine
in
it
and
a
catch
at
the
end
.
Jamis
stared
at
her
,
fright
visible
on
his
face
.
“
I
’
ll
teach
you
agony
,
”
she
said
in
the
same
tone
.
“
Remember
that
as
you
fight
.
You
’
ll
have
agony
such
as
will
make
the
gom
jabbar
a
happy
memory
by
comparison
.
You
will
writhe
with
your
entire
—
”
“
She
tries
a
spell
on
me
!
”
Jamis
gasped
.
He
put
his
clenched
right
fist
beside
his
ear
.
“
I
invoke
the
silence
on
her
!
”
“
So
be
it
then
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
cast
a
warning
glance
at
Jessica
.
“
If
you
speak
again
,
Sayyadina
,
we
’
ll
know
it
’
s
your
witchcraft
and
you
’
ll
be
forfeit
.
”
He
nodded
for
her
to
step
back
.
Jessica
felt
hands
pulling
her
,
helping
her
back
,
and
she
sensed
they
were
not
unkindly
.
She
saw
Paul
being
separated
from
the
throng
,
the
elfin
-
faced
Chani
whispering
in
his
ear
as
she
nodded
toward
Jamis
.
A
ring
formed
within
the
troop
.
More
glowglobes
were
brought
and
all
of
them
tuned
to
the
yellow
band
.
Jamis
stepped
into
the
ring
,
slipped
out
of
his
robe
and
tossed
it
to
someone
in
the
crowd
.
He
stood
there
in
a
cloudy
gray
slickness
of
stillsuit
that
was
patched
and
marked
by
tucks
and
gathers
.
For
a
moment
,
he
bent
with
his
mouth
to
his
shoulder
,
drinking
from
a
catchpocket
tube
.
Presently
he
straightened
,
peeled
off
and
detached
the
suit
,
handed
it
carefully
into
the
crowd
.
He
stood
waiting
,
clad
in
loin
-
cloth
and
some
tight
fabric
over
his
feet
,
a
crysknife
in
his
right
hand
.
