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“
As
long
as
I
live
you
’
ll
have
a
place
with
me
,
”
he
said
.
He
released
her
arm
.
“
Come
now
,
where
are
our
quarters
?
”
She
turned
,
led
the
way
down
the
passage
,
turning
right
into
a
wide
cross
tunnel
lighted
by
evenly
spaced
yellow
overhead
globes
.
The
stone
floor
was
smooth
,
swept
clean
of
sand
.
Paul
moved
up
beside
her
,
studied
the
aquiline
profile
as
they
walked
.
“
You
do
not
hate
me
,
Harah
?
”
“
Why
should
I
hate
you
?
”
She
nodded
to
a
cluster
of
children
who
stared
at
them
from
the
raised
ledge
of
a
side
passage
.
Paul
glimpsed
adult
shapes
behind
the
children
partly
hidden
by
filmy
hangings
.
“
I
.
.
.
bested
Jamis
.
”
“
Stilgar
said
the
ceremony
was
held
and
you
’
re
a
friend
of
Jamis
.
”
She
glanced
sidelong
at
him
.
“
Stilgar
said
you
gave
moisture
to
the
dead
.
Is
that
truth
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
