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“
Is
there
reason
to
stay
?
”
the
Fremen
asked
.
“
We
would
honor
you
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
Honor
requires
that
I
be
elsewhere
soon
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
He
shot
another
glance
at
Idaho
,
whirled
,
and
strode
out
past
the
door
guards
.
“
If
the
other
Fremen
match
him
,
we
’
ll
serve
each
other
well
,
”
Leto
said
.
Idaho
spoke
in
a
dry
voice
:
“
He
’
s
a
fair
sample
,
Sire
.
”
“
You
understand
what
you
’
re
to
do
,
Duncan
?
”
“
I
’
m
your
ambassador
to
the
Fremen
,
Sire
.
”
“
Much
depends
on
you
,
Duncan
.
We
’
re
going
to
need
at
least
five
battalions
of
those
people
before
the
Sardaukar
descend
on
us
.
”
“
This
is
going
to
take
some
doing
,
Sire
.
The
Fremen
are
a
pretty
independent
bunch
.
”
Idaho
hesitated
,
then
:
“
And
,
Sire
,
there
’
s
one
other
thing
.
One
of
the
mercenaries
we
knocked
over
was
trying
to
get
this
blade
from
our
dead
Fremen
friend
.
The
mercenary
says
there
’
s
a
Harkonnen
reward
of
a
million
solaris
for
anyone
who
’
ll
bring
in
a
single
crysknife
.
”
