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“
Please
,
my
Usul
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
feel
so
weak
,
”
he
said
.
His
gaze
darted
around
the
room
.
“
How
long
have
I
been
here
?
”
“
You
’
ve
been
three
weeks
in
a
coma
so
deep
that
the
spark
of
life
seemed
to
have
fled
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
But
it
was
.
.
.
.
I
took
it
just
a
moment
ago
and
.
.
.
.
”
“
A
moment
for
you
,
three
weeks
of
fear
for
me
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
It
was
only
one
drop
,
but
I
converted
it
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
changed
the
Water
of
Life
.
”
And
before
Chani
or
Jessica
could
stop
him
,
he
dipped
his
hand
into
the
ewer
they
had
placed
on
the
floor
beside
him
,
and
he
brought
the
dripping
hand
to
his
mouth
,
swallowed
the
palm
-
cupped
liquid
.
“
Paul
!
”
Jessica
screamed
.
He
grabbed
her
hand
,
faced
her
with
a
death
’
s
head
grin
,
and
he
sent
his
awareness
surging
over
her
.
The
rapport
was
not
as
tender
,
not
as
sharing
,
not
as
encompassing
as
it
had
been
with
Alia
and
with
the
Old
Reverend
Mother
in
the
cavern
.
.
.
but
it
was
a
rapport
:
a
sense
-
sharing
of
the
entire
being
.
It
shook
her
,
weakened
her
,
and
she
cowered
in
her
mind
,
fearful
of
him
.
