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The
ritualistic
formality
of
it
touched
him
with
a
feeling
of
loneliness
.
Who
was
fooled
by
that
fatuous
legalism
?
Not
the
Fremen
,
certainly
.
Nor
the
Houses
Minor
who
controlled
the
interior
trade
of
Arrakis
.
.
.
and
were
Harkonnen
creatures
almost
to
a
man
.
They
have
tried
to
take
the
life
of
my
son
!
The
rage
was
difficult
to
suppress
.
He
saw
lights
of
a
moving
vehicle
coming
toward
the
landing
field
from
Arrakeen
.
He
hoped
it
was
the
guard
and
troop
carrier
bringing
Paul
.
The
delay
was
galling
even
though
he
knew
it
was
prompted
by
caution
on
the
part
of
Hawat
’
s
lieutenant
.
They
have
tried
to
take
the
life
of
my
son
!
He
shook
his
head
to
drive
out
the
angry
thoughts
,
glanced
back
at
the
field
where
five
of
his
own
frigates
were
posted
around
the
rim
like
monolithic
sentries
.
Better
a
cautious
delay
than
.
.
.
The
lieutenant
was
a
good
one
,
he
reminded
himself
.
A
man
marked
for
advancement
,
completely
loyal
.
“
Our
Sublime
Padishah
Emperor
.
.
.
.
”
If
the
people
of
this
decadent
garrison
city
could
only
see
the
Emperor
’
s
private
note
to
his
“
Noble
Duke
”
—
the
disdainful
allusions
to
veiled
men
and
women
:
“
.
.
.
