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Before
Paul
could
answer
,
there
came
a
low
call
and
the
troop
swept
forward
into
a
wider
chamber
,
carrying
Paul
with
them
.
He
found
himself
in
an
open
space
confronted
by
Stilgar
and
a
strange
woman
wearing
a
flowing
wraparound
garment
of
brilliant
orange
and
green
.
Her
arms
were
bare
to
the
shoulders
,
and
he
could
see
she
wore
no
stillsuit
.
Her
skin
was
a
pale
olive
.
Dark
hair
swept
back
from
her
high
forehead
,
throwing
emphasis
on
sharp
cheekbones
and
aquiline
nose
between
the
dense
darkness
of
her
eyes
.
She
turned
toward
him
,
and
Paul
saw
golden
rings
threaded
with
water
tallies
dangling
from
her
ears
.
“
This
bested
my
Jamis
?
”
she
demanded
.
“
Be
silent
,
Harah
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
It
was
Jamis
’
doing
—
he
invoked
the
tahaddi
al
-
burhan
.
”
“
He
’
s
not
but
a
boy
!
”
she
said
.
She
gave
her
head
a
sharp
shake
from
side
to
side
,
setting
the
water
tallies
to
jingling
.
“
My
children
made
fatherless
by
another
child
?
Surely
,
’
twas
an
accident
!
”
“
Usul
,
how
many
years
have
you
?
”
Stilgar
asked
.
“
Fifteen
standard
,
”
Paul
said
.
Stilgar
swept
his
eyes
over
the
troop
.
“
Is
there
one
among
you
cares
to
challenge
me
?
”
Silence
.
