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Jamis
began
sidling
to
the
right
along
the
edge
of
the
ring
opposite
Paul
.
Paul
crouched
,
realizing
then
that
he
had
no
shield
,
but
was
trained
to
fighting
with
its
subtle
field
around
him
,
trained
to
react
on
defense
with
utmost
speed
while
his
attack
would
be
timed
to
the
controlled
slowness
necessary
for
penetrating
the
enemy
’
s
shield
.
In
spite
of
constant
warning
from
his
trainers
not
to
depend
on
the
shield
’
s
mindless
blunting
of
attack
speed
,
he
knew
that
shield
-
awareness
was
part
of
him
.
Jamis
called
out
in
ritual
challenge
:
“
May
thy
knife
chip
and
shatter
!
”
This
knife
will
break
then
,
Paul
thought
.
He
cautioned
himself
that
Jamis
also
was
without
shield
,
but
the
man
wasn
’
t
trained
to
its
use
,
had
no
shield
-
fighter
inhibitions
.
Paul
stared
across
the
ring
at
Jamis
.
The
man
’
s
body
looked
like
knotted
whipcord
on
a
dried
skeleton
.
His
crysknife
shone
milky
yellow
in
the
light
of
the
glowglobes
.
Fear
coursed
through
Paul
.
He
felt
suddenly
alone
and
naked
standing
in
dull
yellow
light
within
this
ring
of
people
.
Prescience
had
fed
his
knowledge
with
countless
experiences
,
hinted
at
the
strongest
currents
of
the
future
and
the
strings
of
decision
that
guided
them
,
but
this
was
the
real
-
now
.
This
was
death
hanging
on
an
infinite
number
of
miniscule
mischances
.
Anything
could
tip
the
future
here
,
he
realized
.
Someone
coughing
in
the
troop
of
watchers
,
a
distraction
.
A
variation
in
a
glowglobe
’
s
brilliance
,
a
deceptive
shadow
.
I
’
m
afraid
,
Paul
told
himself
.
