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“
Killing
with
the
point
lacks
artistry
,
”
Idaho
had
once
told
Paul
,
“
but
don
’
t
let
that
hold
your
hand
when
the
opening
presents
itself
.
”
The
troop
rushed
forward
,
filling
the
ring
,
pushing
Paul
aside
.
They
hid
Jamis
in
a
frenzy
of
huddling
activity
.
Presently
a
group
of
them
hurried
back
into
the
depths
of
the
cavern
carrying
a
burden
wrapped
in
a
robe
.
And
there
was
no
body
on
the
rock
floor
.
Jessica
pressed
through
toward
her
son
.
She
felt
that
she
swam
in
a
sea
of
robed
and
stinking
backs
,
a
throng
strangely
silent
.
Now
is
the
terrible
moment
,
she
thought
.
He
has
killed
a
man
in
clear
superiority
of
mind
and
muscle
.
He
must
not
grow
to
enjoy
such
a
victory
.
She
forced
herself
through
the
last
of
the
troop
and
into
a
small
open
space
where
two
bearded
Fremen
were
helping
Paul
into
his
stillsuit
.
Jessica
stared
at
her
son
.
Paul
’
s
eyes
were
bright
.
He
breathed
heavily
,
permitting
the
ministrations
to
his
body
rather
than
helping
them
.
“
Him
against
Jamis
and
not
a
mark
on
him
,
”
one
of
the
men
muttered
.
Chani
stood
at
one
side
,
her
eyes
focused
on
Paul
.
Jessica
saw
the
girl
’
s
excitement
,
the
admiration
in
the
elfin
face
.
It
must
be
done
now
and
swiftly
,
Jessica
thought
.
