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This
was
real
,
not
born
out
of
its
time
and
subject
to
change
.
Paul
remembered
he
had
rushed
out
to
find
Chani
standing
beneath
the
yellow
globes
of
the
corridor
,
clad
in
a
brilliant
blue
wraparound
robe
with
hood
thrown
back
,
a
flush
of
exertion
on
her
elfin
features
.
She
had
been
sheathing
her
crysknife
.
A
huddled
group
had
been
hurrying
away
down
the
corridor
with
a
burden
.
And
Paul
remembered
telling
himself
:
You
always
know
when
they
’
re
carrying
a
body
.
Chani
’
s
water
rings
,
worn
openly
in
sietch
on
a
cord
around
her
neck
,
tinkled
as
she
turned
toward
him
.
“
Chani
,
what
is
this
?
”
he
asked
.
“
I
dispatched
one
who
came
to
challenge
you
in
single
combat
,
Usul
.
”
“
You
killed
him
?
”
“
Yes
.
But
perhaps
I
should
’
ve
left
him
for
Harah
.
”
(
And
Paul
recalled
how
the
faces
of
the
people
around
them
had
showed
appreciation
for
these
words
.
Even
Harah
had
laughed
.
)
“
But
he
came
to
challenge
me
!
”
