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A
tall
,
robed
figure
stood
in
the
door
,
barred
by
the
crossed
swords
of
the
guard
.
A
light
tan
robe
completely
enveloped
the
man
except
for
a
gap
in
the
hood
and
black
veil
that
exposed
eyes
of
total
blue
—
no
white
in
them
at
all
.
“
Let
him
enter
,
”
Idaho
whispered
.
“
Pass
that
man
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
The
guards
hesitated
,
then
lowered
their
swords
.
The
man
swept
into
the
room
,
stood
across
from
the
Duke
.
“
This
is
Stilgar
,
chief
of
the
sietch
I
visited
,
leader
of
those
who
warned
us
of
the
false
band
,
”
Idaho
said
.
“
Welcome
,
sir
,
”
Leto
said
.
“
And
why
shouldn
’
t
we
unsheath
this
blade
?
”
Stilgar
glanced
at
Idaho
,
said
:
“
You
observed
the
customs
of
cleanliness
and
honor
among
us
.
I
would
permit
you
to
see
the
blade
of
the
man
you
befriended
.
”
His
gaze
swept
the
others
in
the
room
.
“
But
I
do
not
know
these
others
.
Would
you
have
them
defile
an
honorable
weapon
?
”
“
I
am
the
Duke
Leto
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
Would
you
permit
me
to
see
this
blade
?
”
