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@@@@@You need rest, monsieurYou are no good to anyone, least of all yourself, without itFind a bed, I cannot help you there ? ?Rest is a weapon,? ? said Jason, repeating a phrase he had come to believe was a vital truth, vital for survival in a world he loathed ?I beg your pardon?? ?NothingI?ll find a bed and call you in the morningBonne chance, mon ami ?? ?? ?? He found a room at the Avenir, an inexpensive hotel on the rue Gay-LussacRegistering under a false name, promptly forgotten, he climbed the stairs to his room, removed his clothes, and fell into the bed?Rest is a weapon,? he said to himself, staring at the ceiling, at the flickering lights of the Paris streets as they traveled across the plasterWhether rest came in a mountain cave or a rice paddy in the Mekong Delta, it did not matter; it was a weapon frequently more powerful than firepowerThat was the lesson drummed into his head by d?Anjou, the man who had given his life in a Beijing forest so that Jason Bourne might liveRest is a weapon, he considered, touching the bandage around his neck yet not really feeling it, its constricting presence fading as sleep came He woke up slowly, cautiously, the noise of the traffic in the streets below pounding up to his window, the metallic horns like the erratic cawing of angry crows amid the irregular bursts of angry engines, full bore one moment, abrupt quiet the nextIt was a normal morning in the narrow streets of ParisHolding his neck rigid, Jason swung his legs to the floor from the inadequate bed and looked at his watch, startled at what he saw, wondering for an instant whether he had adjusted the watch for Paris timeIt was 10:07 in the morning?Paris timeHe had slept Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 194 nearly eleven hours, a fact confirmed by the rumbling in his stomachExhaustion was now replaced by acute hunger Food, however, would have to wait; there were things to take care of, and first on the list was to reach Bernardine, and then to learn the security status of the Pont-Royal hotelHe got to his feet, stiffly, unsteadily, numbness momentarily invading his legs and armsHe needed a hot shower, which was not to be had at the Avenir, then mild exercise to limber up his body, therapies unnecessary only a few years agoHe removed his wallet from his trousers, pulled out Bernardine?s card and returned to the bed to use the telephone beside it; he dialed ?Le canard had no visitors, I?m afraid,? said the Deuxi?me veteran?Not even the hint of a hunter, which I presume is favorable new