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           Heallowedhimselftobeguidedforward,tobepushedintoacircleofpeoplebeingformedaroundStilgar,whostoodbeneaththeglowglobeandbesideabundled,curving,andangularshapegatheredbeneatharobeontherockfloor.

           ThetroopcroucheddownatagesturefromStilgar,theirrobeshissingwiththemovement.Paulsettledwiththem,watchingStilgar,notingthewaytheoverheadglobemadepitsofhiseyesandbrightenedthetouchofgreenfabricathisneck.Paulshiftedhisattentiontotherobe-coveredmoundatStilgar’sfeet,recognizedthehandleofabalisetprotrudingfromthefabric.

           “Thespiritleavesthebody’swaterwhenthefirstmoonrises,”Stilgarintoned.“Thusitisspoken.Whenweseethefirstmoonrisethisnight,whomwillitsummon?”

           “Jamis,”thetroopresponded.

           Stilgarturnedfullcircleononeheel,passinghisgazeacrosstheringoffaces.“IwasafriendofJamis,”hesaid.“WhenthehawkplanestoopeduponusatHole-in-the-Rock,itwasJamispulledmetosafety.”

           Hebentoverthepilebesidehim,liftedawaytherobe.“ItakethisrobeasafriendofJamis—leader’sright.”Hedrapedtherobeoverashoulder,straightening.

           Now,Paulsawthecontentsofthemoundexposed:thepaleglisteninggrayofastillsuit,abatteredliterjon,akerchiefwithasmallbookinitscenter,thebladelesshandleofacrysknife,anemptysheath,afoldedpack,aparacompass,adistrans,athumper,apileoffist-sizedmetallichooks,anassortmentofwhatlookedlikesmallrockswithinafoldofcloth,aclumpofbundledfeathers...