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Book Three: The Prophet
“Letusthinkofthisasamisunderstandingamongoldfriends,”shesaid,andPaulheardthesoothers,theadjustingtonesinhervoice.“It’soverandwecanbethankfulwe’llneveragainhavethatsortofmisunderstandingbetweenus.”
Gurneyopenedeyesbrightwithmoisture,lookeddownather.
“TheGurneyHalleckIknewwasamanadeptwithbothbladeandbaliset,”Jessicasaid.“ItwasthemanofthebalisetImostadmired.Doesn’tthatGurneyHalleckrememberhowIusedtoenjoylisteningbythehourwhileheplayedforme?Doyoustillhaveabaliset,Gurney?”
“I’veanewone,”Gurneysaid.“BroughtfromChusuk,asweetinstrument.
PlayslikeagenuineVarota,thoughthere’snosignatureonit.IthinkmyselfitwasmadebyastudentofVarota’swho....”Hebrokeoff.“WhatcanIsaytoyou,myLady?Hereweprattleabout—”
“Notprattle,Gurney,”Paulsaid.Hecrossedtostandbesidehismother,eyetoeyewithGurney.“Notprattle,butathingthatbringshappinessbetweenfriends.I’dtakeitakindnessifyou’dplayforhernow.Battleplanningcanwaitalittlewhile.We’llnotbegoingintothefighttilltomorrowatanyrate.”
“I...I’llgetmybaliset,”Gurneysaid.“It’sinthepassage.”Hesteppedaroundthemandthroughthehangings.
Paulputahandonhismother’sarm,foundthatshewastrembling.
“It’sover,Mother,”hesaid.
Withoutturningherhead,shelookedupathimfromthecornersofhereyes.
“Over?”
“Ofcourse.Gurney’s....”
“Gurney?Oh...yes.”Sheloweredhergaze.
