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“
Do
you
understand
me
,
Mother
?
”
Paul
asked
.
She
could
only
nod
.
“
These
things
are
so
ancient
within
us
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
that
they
’
re
ground
into
each
separate
cell
of
our
bodies
.
We
’
re
shaped
by
such
forces
.
You
can
say
to
yourself
,
‘
Yes
,
I
see
how
such
a
thing
may
be
.
’
But
when
you
look
inward
and
confront
the
raw
force
of
your
own
life
unshielded
,
you
see
your
peril
.
You
see
that
this
could
overwhelm
you
.
The
greatest
peril
to
the
Giver
is
the
force
that
takes
.
The
greatest
peril
to
the
Taker
is
the
force
that
gives
.
It
’
s
as
easy
to
be
overwhelmed
by
giving
as
by
taking
.
”
“
And
you
,
my
son
,
”
Jessica
asked
,
“
are
you
one
who
gives
or
one
who
takes
?
”
“
I
’
m
at
the
fulcrum
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
cannot
give
without
taking
and
I
cannot
take
without
.
.
.
.
”
He
broke
off
,
looking
to
the
wall
at
his
right
.
Chani
felt
a
draft
against
her
cheek
,
turned
to
see
the
hangings
close
.
“
It
was
Otheym
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
He
was
listening
.
”
Accepting
the
words
,
Chani
was
touched
by
some
of
the
prescience
that
haunted
Paul
,
and
she
knew
a
thing
-
yet
-
to
-
be
as
though
it
already
had
occurred
.
