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Instead
of
faking
back
and
out
,
Paul
met
the
man
’
s
knife
hand
on
the
point
of
his
own
blade
.
Then
the
boy
was
gone
,
twisting
away
to
the
left
and
thankful
for
Chani
’
s
warning
.
Jamis
backed
into
the
center
of
the
circle
,
rubbing
his
knife
hand
.
Blood
dripped
from
the
injury
for
a
moment
,
stopped
.
His
eyes
were
wide
and
staring
—
two
blue
-
black
holes
—
studying
Paul
with
a
new
wariness
in
the
dull
light
of
the
glowglobes
.
“
Ah
,
that
one
hurt
,
”
Stilgar
murmured
.
Paul
crouched
at
the
ready
and
,
as
he
had
been
trained
to
do
after
first
blood
,
called
out
:
“
Do
you
yield
?
”
“
Hah
!
”
Jamis
cried
.
An
angry
murmur
arose
from
the
troop
.
“
Hold
!
”
Stilgar
called
out
.
“
The
lad
doesn
’
t
know
our
rule
.
”
Then
,
to
Paul
:
“
There
can
be
no
yielding
in
the
tahaddi
-
challenge
.
Death
is
the
test
of
it
.
”
Jessica
saw
Paul
swallow
hard
.
And
she
thought
:
He
’
s
never
killed
a
man
like
this
.
.
.
in
the
hot
blood
of
a
knife
fight
.
Can
he
do
it
?
Paul
circled
slowly
right
,
forced
by
Jamis
’
movement
.
The
prescient
knowledge
of
the
time
-
boiling
variables
in
this
cave
came
back
to
plague
him
now
.
His
new
understanding
told
him
there
were
too
many
swiftly
compressed
decisions
in
this
fight
for
any
clear
channel
ahead
to
show
itself
.
