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Shuttle
’
s
coming
in
,
he
thought
.
Time
to
go
down
and
get
to
work
.
He
turned
to
the
stairs
behind
him
,
headed
down
to
the
big
assembly
room
,
trying
to
remain
calm
as
he
descended
,
to
prepare
his
face
for
the
coming
encounter
.
They
have
tried
to
take
the
life
of
my
son
!
The
men
were
already
boiling
in
from
the
field
when
he
reached
the
yellow
-
domed
room
.
They
carried
their
spacebags
over
their
shoulders
,
shouting
and
roistering
like
students
returning
from
vacation
.
“
Hey
!
Feel
that
under
your
dogs
?
That
’
s
gravity
,
man
!
”
“
How
many
G
’
s
does
this
place
pull
?
Feels
heavy
.
”
“
Nine
-
tenths
of
a
G
by
the
book
.
”
The
crossfire
of
thrown
words
filled
the
big
room
.
“
Did
you
get
a
good
look
at
this
hole
on
the
way
down
?
Where
’
s
all
the
loot
this
place
’
s
supposed
to
have
?
”
“
The
Harkonnens
took
it
with
’
em
!
”
“
Me
for
a
hot
shower
and
a
soft
bed
!
”
“
Haven
’
t
you
heard
,
stupid
?
No
showers
down
here
.
You
scrub
your
ass
with
sand
!
”
“
Hey
!
Can
it
!
The
Duke
!
”
The
Duke
stepped
out
of
the
stair
entry
into
a
suddenly
silent
room
.
Gurney
Halleck
strode
along
at
the
point
of
the
crowd
,
bag
over
one
shoulder
,
the
neck
of
his
nine
-
string
baliset
clutched
in
the
other
hand
.
They
were
long
-
fingered
hands
with
big
thumbs
,
full
of
tiny
movements
that
drew
such
delicate
music
from
the
baliset
.
The
Duke
watched
Halleck
,
admiring
the
ugly
lump
of
a
man
,
noting
the
glass
-
splinter
eyes
with
their
gleam
of
savage
understanding
.
Here
was
a
man
who
lived
outside
the
faufreluches
while
obeying
their
every
precept
.
What
was
it
Paul
had
called
him
?
“
Gurney
,
the
valorous
.
”
