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Paul
nodded
,
joined
her
on
the
ledge
.
He
lifted
the
hangings
across
from
her
,
feeling
metal
fibers
in
the
fabric
,
followed
her
into
a
short
entrance
way
and
then
into
a
larger
room
,
square
,
about
six
meters
to
a
side
—
thick
blue
carpets
on
the
floor
,
blue
and
green
fabrics
hiding
the
rock
walls
,
glowglobes
tuned
to
yellow
overhead
bobbing
against
draped
yellow
ceiling
fabrics
.
The
effect
was
that
of
an
ancient
tent
.
Harah
stood
in
front
of
him
,
left
hand
on
hip
,
her
eyes
studying
his
face
.
“
The
children
are
with
a
friend
,
”
she
said
.
“
They
will
present
themselves
later
.
”
Paul
masked
his
unease
beneath
a
quick
scanning
of
the
room
.
Thin
hangings
to
the
right
,
he
saw
,
partly
concealed
a
larger
room
with
cushions
piled
around
the
walls
.
He
felt
a
soft
breeze
from
an
air
duct
,
saw
the
outlet
cunningly
hidden
in
a
pattern
of
hangings
directly
ahead
of
him
.
“
Do
you
wish
me
to
help
you
remove
your
stillsuit
?
”
Harah
asked
.
“
No
.
.
.
thank
you
.
”
“
Shall
I
bring
food
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
There
is
a
reclamation
chamber
off
the
other
room
.
”
She
gestured
.
“
For
your
comfort
and
convenience
when
you
’
re
out
of
your
stillsuit
.
”
