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They
’
ll
think
you
a
coward
if
you
—
”
“
Who
dares
call
me
coward
?
”
Paul
demanded
.
His
hand
flashed
to
his
crysknife
hilt
.
Bated
silence
came
over
the
group
,
spreading
out
into
the
crowd
.
“
There
’
s
work
to
do
,
”
Paul
said
as
the
man
drew
back
from
him
.
Paul
turned
away
,
shouldered
through
the
crowd
to
the
ledge
,
leaped
lightly
up
to
it
and
faced
the
people
.
“
Do
it
!
”
someone
shrieked
.
Murmurs
and
whispers
arose
behind
the
shriek
.
Paul
waited
for
silence
.
It
came
slowly
amidst
scattered
shufflings
and
coughs
.
When
it
was
quiet
in
the
cavern
,
Paul
lifted
his
chin
,
spoke
in
a
voice
that
carried
to
the
farthest
corners
.
“
You
are
tired
of
waiting
,
”
Paul
said
.
Again
,
he
waited
while
the
cries
of
response
died
out
.
