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“
No
more
?
”
The
Duke
pursed
his
lips
,
then
:
“
Well
,
pass
the
word
along
to
—
”
A
disturbance
at
the
door
interrupted
him
.
Duncan
Idaho
came
through
the
guard
there
,
hurried
down
the
length
of
the
table
and
bent
over
the
Duke
’
s
ear
.
Leto
waved
him
back
,
said
:
“
Speak
out
,
Duncan
.
You
can
see
this
is
strategy
staff
.
”
Paul
studied
Idaho
,
marking
the
feline
movements
,
the
swiftness
of
reflex
that
made
him
such
a
difficult
weapons
teacher
to
emulate
.
Idaho
’
s
dark
round
face
turned
toward
Paul
,
the
cave
-
sitter
eyes
giving
no
hint
of
recognition
,
but
Paul
recognized
the
mask
of
serenity
over
excitement
.
Idaho
looked
down
the
length
of
the
table
,
said
:
“
We
’
ve
taken
a
force
of
Harkonnen
mercenaries
disguised
as
Fremen
.
The
Fremen
themselves
sent
us
a
courier
to
warn
of
the
false
band
.
In
the
attack
,
however
,
we
found
the
Harkonnens
had
waylaid
the
Fremen
courier
—
badly
wounded
him
.
We
were
bringing
him
here
for
treatment
by
our
medics
when
he
died
.
I
’
d
seen
how
badly
off
the
man
was
and
stopped
to
do
what
I
could
.
I
surprised
him
in
the
attempt
to
throw
something
away
.
”
Idaho
glanced
down
at
Leto
.
“
A
knife
,
m
’
Lord
,
a
knife
the
like
of
which
you
’
ve
never
seen
.
”
“
Crysknife
?
”
someone
asked
.
“
No
doubt
of
it
,
”
Idaho
said
.
“
Milky
white
and
glowing
with
a
light
of
its
own
like
.
”
He
reached
into
his
tunic
,
brought
out
a
sheath
with
a
black
-
ridged
handle
protruding
from
it
.
“
Keep
that
blade
in
its
sheath
!
”
The
voice
came
from
the
open
door
at
the
end
of
the
room
,
a
vibrant
and
penetrating
voice
that
brought
them
all
up
,
staring
.
