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Again
,
Stilgar
bent
over
the
mound
.
“
For
Jamis
’
woman
and
for
the
guards
,
”
he
said
.
The
small
rocks
and
the
book
were
taken
into
the
folds
of
his
robe
.
“
Leader
’
s
right
,
”
the
troop
intoned
.
“
The
marker
for
Jamis
’
coffee
service
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
and
he
lifted
a
flat
disc
of
green
metal
.
“
That
it
shall
be
given
to
Usul
in
suitable
ceremony
when
we
return
to
the
sietch
.
”
“
Leader
’
s
right
,
”
the
troop
intoned
.
Lastly
,
he
took
the
crysknife
handle
and
stood
with
it
.
“
For
the
funeral
plain
,
”
he
said
.
“
For
the
funeral
plain
,
”
the
troop
responded
.
At
her
place
in
the
circle
across
from
Paul
,
Jessica
nodded
,
recognizing
the
ancient
source
of
the
rite
,
and
she
thought
:
The
meeting
between
ignorance
and
knowledge
,
between
brutality
and
culture
—
it
begins
in
the
dignity
with
which
we
treat
our
dead
.
She
looked
across
at
Paul
,
wondering
:
Will
he
see
it
?
Will
he
know
what
to
do
?
’
“
We
are
friends
of
Jamis
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
We
are
not
wailing
for
our
dead
like
a
pack
of
garvarg
.
”
A
gray
-
bearded
man
to
Paul
’
s
left
stood
up
.
“
I
was
a
friend
of
Jamis
,
”
he
said
.
