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“
Best
you
remain
here
the
rest
of
the
night
,
Son
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
It
’
ll
be
dawn
soon
,
anyway
.
I
’
ll
inform
your
mother
.
”
He
got
to
his
feet
,
slowly
,
stiffly
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
pull
a
few
of
these
chairs
together
and
stretch
out
on
them
for
some
rest
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
very
tired
,
sir
.
”
“
As
you
will
.
”
The
Duke
folded
his
hands
behind
him
,
began
pacing
up
and
down
the
length
of
the
table
.
Like
a
caged
animal
,
Paul
thought
.
“
Are
you
going
to
discuss
the
traitor
possibility
with
Hawat
?
”
Paul
asked
.
The
Duke
stopped
across
from
his
son
,
spoke
to
the
dark
windows
.
“
We
’
ve
discussed
the
possibility
many
times
.
”
“
The
old
woman
seemed
so
sure
of
herself
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
And
the
message
Mother
—
”
“
Precautions
have
been
taken
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
He
looked
around
the
room
,
and
Paul
marked
the
hunted
wildness
in
his
father
’
s
eyes
.
“
Remain
here
.
There
are
some
things
about
the
command
posts
I
want
to
discuss
with
Thufir
.
”
He
turned
,
strode
out
of
the
room
,
nodding
shortly
to
the
door
guards
.
