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He
speaks
of
the
dead
in
the
present
tense
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
implications
disturbed
her
.
A
man
’
s
voice
intruded
:
“
He
liked
music
betimes
,
Jamis
did
.
”
“
Then
sing
me
one
of
your
songs
,
”
Chani
pleaded
.
Such
feminine
allure
in
that
girl
-
child
’
s
voice
,
Jessica
thought
.
I
must
caution
Paul
about
their
women
.
.
.
and
soon
.
“
This
was
a
song
of
a
friend
of
mine
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
expect
he
’
s
dead
now
,
Gurney
is
.
He
called
it
his
evensong
.
”
The
troop
grew
still
,
listening
as
Paul
’
s
voice
lifted
in
a
sweet
boy
tenor
with
the
baliset
tinkling
and
strumming
beneath
it
:
“
This
clear
time
of
seeing
embers
—
A
gold
-
bright
sun
’
s
lost
in
first
dusk
.
What
frenzied
senses
,
desp
‘
rate
musk
Are
consort
of
rememb
’
ring
.
”
