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“
Someday
I
’
ll
catch
that
man
without
a
quotation
and
he
’
ll
look
undressed
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
Chuckles
echoed
around
the
table
,
but
Paul
heard
the
effort
in
them
.
The
Duke
turned
to
Hawat
.
“
Set
up
another
command
post
for
intelligence
and
communications
on
this
floor
,
Thufir
.
When
you
have
them
ready
,
I
’
ll
want
to
see
you
.
”
Hawat
arose
,
glancing
around
the
room
as
though
seeking
support
.
He
turned
away
,
led
the
procession
out
of
the
room
.
The
others
moved
hurriedly
,
scraping
their
chairs
on
the
floor
,
balling
up
in
little
knots
of
confusion
.
It
ended
up
in
confusion
,
Paul
thought
,
staring
at
the
backs
of
the
last
men
to
leave
.
Always
before
,
Staff
had
ended
on
an
incisive
air
.
This
meeting
had
just
seemed
to
trickle
out
,
worn
down
by
its
own
inadequacies
,
and
with
an
argument
to
top
it
off
.
For
the
first
time
,
Paul
allowed
himself
to
think
about
the
real
possibility
of
defeat
—
not
thinking
about
it
out
of
fear
or
because
of
warnings
such
as
that
of
the
old
Reverend
Mother
,
but
facing
up
to
it
because
of
his
own
assessment
of
the
situation
.
My
father
is
desperate
,
he
thought
.
Things
aren
’
t
going
well
for
us
at
all
.
And
Hawat
—
Paul
recalled
how
the
old
Mentat
had
acted
during
the
conference
—
subtie
hesitations
,
signs
of
unrest
.
Hawat
was
deeply
troubled
by
something
.
