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In
time
he
came
back
to
the
conference
room
,
found
it
dark
and
Paul
asleep
on
the
table
with
a
guard
’
s
robe
thrown
over
him
and
a
ditty
pack
for
a
pillow
.
The
Duke
walked
softly
down
the
length
of
the
room
and
onto
the
balcony
overlooking
the
landing
field
.
A
guard
at
the
corner
of
the
balcony
,
recognizing
the
Duke
by
the
dim
reflection
of
lights
from
the
field
,
snapped
to
attention
.
“
At
ease
,
”
the
Duke
murmured
.
He
leaned
against
the
cold
metal
of
the
balcony
rail
.
A
predawn
hush
had
come
over
the
desert
basin
.
He
looked
up
.
Straight
overhead
,
the
stars
were
a
sequin
shawl
flung
over
blue
-
black
.
Low
on
the
southern
horizon
,
the
night
’
s
second
moon
peered
through
a
thin
dust
haze
—
an
unbelieving
moon
that
looked
at
him
with
a
cynical
light
.
As
the
Duke
watched
,
the
moon
dipped
beneath
the
Shield
Wall
cliffs
,
frosting
them
,
and
in
the
sudden
intensity
of
darkness
,
he
experienced
a
chill
.
He
shivered
.
Anger
shot
through
him
.
The
Harkonnens
have
hindered
and
hounded
and
hunted
me
for
the
last
time
,
he
thought
.
They
are
dung
heaps
with
village
provost
minds
!
Here
I
make
my
stand
!
And
he
thought
with
a
touch
of
sadness
:
I
must
rule
with
eye
and
claw
—
asthe
hawk
among
lesser
birds
.
Unconsciously
,
his
hand
brushed
the
hawk
emblem
on
his
tunic
.
To
the
east
,
the
night
grew
a
faggot
of
luminous
gray
,
then
seashell
opalescence
that
dimmed
the
stars
.
There
came
the
long
,
bell
-
tolling
movement
of
dawn
striking
across
a
broken
horizon
.
It
was
a
scene
of
such
beauty
it
caught
all
his
attention
.
