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So james is played the balllyet
Paul thought the instrument reminded him of gurnny halic and all that was lost
Paul knew with his memory of the future in the past
That some chance 's lines could produce a meeting with hellibut the reunions were few and shadowed
They puzzled him the uncertain day factor touched him with wonder
Does it mean that something i will do
That i may do
Could destroy gerney or bring him back to life
Or paul swallowed shook his head again still guard bent over the mound for jamas as woman
And for the guards
He said
The small rocks and the book were taken into the foods of his robe leaders write troopp entned the marker for jamas is coffee service steel gar said
And he lifted a flat disk of green metal
That it shall be given to usule in suitable ceremony
When we return to the ch leaders right
The troopp enoned lastly he took the chris knife handle and stood with it for the funeral plain
He said
For the funeral plane
The troop responded at her place in the circle across from haall jessica noddded recogniing the ancient source of the right
And she thought the meeting between ignorance and knowledge
Between brutality and culture
It begins in the dignity with which we treat our dead
She looked across at paul wondering
Will he
He see
Will he
He know what to do
We are friends of jamis
Still ga said
We are not willing for our dead
Like a pack of godarg
A graabbihad demanter pals left stood up
I was a friend of jamus
He said
He crossed to the mound
Lifted the disctrans
When our water i went to below minium at the siege of two bridds
Jamus shred the man returned to his place in the circle
Am i supposed to say i was a friend of jamas
Paul wondered do they expect me to take something from that pile
He saw faces turned toward him turn away
If they do expect it another man across from pauarrose went to the pack and remove the pata campus
I was a friend of jamus
He said when the patrol caught at bbite of the cliff
And i wounounded jamthrew them off
So the wounded could be saved
He returned to his place in the circle
Again the faces turned toward paul and he saw the expectancy in them
Lowered his eyes
An elbow nudgehim and a voice hest
Would you bring a destruction on us
How can i say i was his friend
Paul wondered another figure arouse from the circle opposite poll
And as the hooded face came into the light
He recognised his mother
She removed a curchif from amount i was a friend of jamas
She said when the spirit of spirits within him saw the needs of truth
That spirit withdrew and spared my son
She returned to her place
And paul recalled the score in his mother's voice
So she had confronted him after the fight
How does it feel to be a killer again
His all the faces turned toward him
Felt the anger and fear in the troop
A passage
His mother had once film book for him on the cult of the dead flickred red papal's mind
He knew what he had to do slowly
Paul got to his feet
A sigh passed around the circle
Paul felt the diminishment of his self
Self
He adadancced into the center of the circle
It was as though he lost a fragment of himself and sorted here
He bent over the ounounof belonggings lifted out the batas set a string twanged softly as it struck against something in the pile
I was a friend of jams
Paul whispet he felt tears burning his eyes
Forced more volume into his voice
James taught me that when you kill you pay for it
I wish i known jamis better blindly
He groupped his way back to his place in the circle
Sank to the rock floor
A voice hist he shed tears
It was taken up around the ring
Also gives moisture to the dead
He felelt fingers touch his damp cheek her the odd whispers
Jessica hearing the voices felt the depth of the experience realised what terrible inhibitions they must be against shedding
Tears she focused on the words
He gives moisture to the dead
It was a gift to the shadow world
Tears they would be sacred beyond the doubt nothing on this planet has so foralcefully hammered into her the ultimate value of water
Not the water sellers
Not the dried skins of
Of the natives
Not still suits or the rules of water discipline
Here there was a substance
More precious than all others
It was life itself and entwined all around with symbolism and ritual
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