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She
compressed
ultimate
scorn
into
her
voice
and
manner
,
said
:
“
Well
-
l
-
l
,
now
—
how
does
it
feel
to
be
a
killer
?
”
Paul
stiffened
as
though
he
had
been
struck
.
He
met
his
mother
’
s
cold
glare
and
his
face
darkened
with
a
rush
of
blood
.
Involuntarily
he
glanced
toward
the
place
on
the
cavern
floor
where
Jamis
had
lain
.
Stilgar
pressed
through
to
Jessica
’
s
side
,
returning
from
the
cave
depths
where
the
body
of
Jamis
had
been
taken
.
He
spoke
to
Paul
in
a
bitter
,
controlled
tone
:
“
When
the
time
comes
for
you
to
call
me
out
and
try
for
my
burda
,
do
not
think
you
will
play
with
me
the
way
you
played
with
Jamis
.
”
Jessica
sensed
the
way
her
own
words
and
Stilgar
’
s
sank
into
Paul
,
doing
their
harsh
work
on
the
boy
.
The
mistake
these
people
made
—
it
served
a
purpose
now
.
She
searched
the
faces
around
them
as
Paul
was
doing
,
seeing
what
he
saw
.
Admiration
,
yes
,
and
fear
.
.
.
and
in
some
—
loathing
.
She
looked
at
Stilgar
,
saw
his
fatalism
,
knew
how
the
fight
had
seemed
to
him
.
Paul
looked
at
his
mother
.
“
You
know
what
it
was
,
”
he
said
.
She
heard
the
return
to
sanity
,
the
remorse
in
his
voice
.
Jessica
swept
her
glance
across
the
troop
,
said
:
“
Paul
has
never
before
killed
a
man
with
a
naked
blade
.
”
Stilgar
faced
her
,
disbelief
in
his
face
.
“
I
wasn
’
t
playing
with
him
,
”
Paul
said
.
He
pressed
in
front
of
his
mother
,
straightening
his
robe
,
glanced
at
the
dark
place
of
Jamis
’
blood
on
the
cavern
floor
.
“
I
did
not
want
to
kill
him
.
”
Jessica
saw
belief
come
slowly
to
Stilgar
,
saw
the
relief
in
him
as
he
tugged
at
his
beard
with
a
deeply
veined
hand
.
She
heard
muttering
awareness
spread
through
the
troop
.
