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And
he
circled
warily
opposite
Jamis
,
repeating
silently
to
himself
the
Bene
Gesserit
litany
against
fear
.
“
Fear
is
the
mind
-
killer
.
.
.
.
”
It
was
a
cool
bath
washing
over
him
.
He
felt
muscles
untie
themselves
,
become
poised
and
ready
.
“
I
’
ll
sheath
my
knife
in
your
blood
,
”
Jamis
snarled
.
And
in
the
middle
of
the
last
word
he
pounced
.
Jessica
saw
the
motion
,
stifled
an
outcry
.
Where
the
man
struck
there
was
only
empty
air
and
Paul
stood
now
behind
Jamis
with
a
clear
shot
at
the
exposed
back
.
Now
,
Paul
!
Now
!
Jessica
screamed
it
in
her
mind
.
Paul
’
s
motion
was
slowly
timed
,
beautifully
fluid
,
but
so
slow
it
gave
Jamis
the
margin
to
twist
away
,
backing
and
turning
to
the
right
.
Paul
withdrew
,
crouching
low
.
“
First
,
you
must
find
my
blood
,
”
he
said
.
Jessica
recognized
the
shield
-
fighter
timing
in
her
son
,
and
it
came
over
her
what
a
two
-
edged
thing
that
was
.
The
boy
’
s
reactions
were
those
of
youth
and
trained
to
a
peak
these
people
had
never
seen
.
But
the
attack
was
trained
,
too
,
and
conditioned
by
the
necessities
of
penetrating
a
shield
barrier
.
A
shield
would
repel
too
fast
a
blow
,
admit
only
the
slowly
deceptive
counter
.
It
needed
control
and
trickery
to
get
through
a
shield
.
Does
Paul
see
it
?
she
asked
herself
.
He
must
!
