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Jessica
gasped
.
Chani
touched
the
dampened
finger
to
Paul
’
s
upper
lip
.
He
drew
in
a
long
,
sobbing
breath
.
“
What
is
this
?
”
Jessica
demanded
.
“
Be
still
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
You
must
convert
a
small
amount
of
the
sacred
water
.
Quickly
!
”
Without
questioning
,
because
she
recognized
the
tone
of
awareness
in
Chani
’
s
voice
,
Jessica
lifted
the
ewer
to
her
mouth
,
drew
in
a
small
sip
.
Paul
’
s
eyes
flew
open
.
He
stared
upward
at
Chani
.
“
It
is
not
necessary
for
her
to
change
the
Water
,
”
he
said
.
His
voice
was
weak
,
but
steady
.
Jessica
,
a
sip
of
the
fluid
on
her
tongue
,
found
her
body
rallying
,
converting
the
poison
almost
automatically
.
In
the
light
elevation
the
ceremony
always
imparted
,
she
sensed
the
life
-
glow
from
Paul
—
a
radiation
there
registering
on
her
senses
.
