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Leto
’
s
chin
came
up
in
a
movement
of
obvious
surprise
.
“
Why
do
they
want
one
of
those
blades
so
badly
?
”
“
The
knife
is
ground
from
a
sandworm
’
s
tooth
;
it
’
s
the
mark
of
the
Fremen
,
Sire
.
With
it
,
a
blue
-
eyed
man
could
penetrate
any
sietch
in
the
land
.
They
’
d
question
me
unless
I
were
known
.
I
don
’
t
look
Fremen
.
But
.
.
.
.
”
“
Piter
de
Vries
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
A
man
of
devilish
cunning
,
my
Lord
,
”
Hawat
said
.
Idaho
slipped
the
sheathed
knife
beneath
his
tunic
.
“
Guard
that
knife
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
I
understand
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
He
patted
the
transceiver
on
his
belt
kit
.
“
I
’
ll
report
soon
as
possible
.
Thufir
has
my
call
code
.
Use
battle
language
.
”
He
saluted
,
spun
about
,
and
hurried
after
the
Fremen
.
They
heard
his
footsteps
drumming
down
the
corridor
.
A
look
of
understanding
passed
between
Leto
and
Hawat
.
They
smiled
.
“
We
’
ve
much
to
do
,
Sire
,
”
Halleck
said
.
