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As
he
had
approached
the
solitary
figure
standing
near
the
ornithopter
,
Leto
had
studied
him
:
tall
,
thin
,
dressed
for
the
desert
in
loose
robe
,
stillsuit
,
and
low
boots
.
The
man
’
s
hood
was
thrown
back
,
its
veil
hanging
to
one
side
,
revealing
long
sandy
hair
,
a
sparse
beard
.
The
eyes
were
that
fathomless
blue
-
within
-
blue
under
thick
brows
.
Remains
of
dark
stains
smudged
his
eye
sockets
.
“
You
’
re
the
ecologist
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
We
prefer
the
old
title
here
,
my
Lord
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
Planetologist
.
”
“
As
you
wish
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
He
glanced
down
at
Paul
.
“
Son
,
this
is
the
Judge
of
the
Change
,
the
arbiter
of
dispute
,
the
man
set
here
to
see
that
the
forms
are
obeyed
in
our
assumption
of
power
over
this
fief
.
”
He
glanced
at
Kynes
.
“
And
this
is
my
son
.
”
“
My
Lord
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
Are
you
a
Fremen
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Kynes
smiled
.
“
I
am
accepted
in
both
sietch
and
village
,
young
Master
.
But
I
am
in
His
Majesty
’
s
service
,
the
Imperial
Planetologist
.
”
Paul
nodded
,
impressed
by
the
man
’
s
air
of
strength
.
Halleck
had
pointed
Kynes
out
to
Paul
from
an
upper
window
of
the
administration
building
:
“
The
man
standing
there
with
the
Fremen
escort
—
the
one
moving
now
toward
the
ornithopter
.
”
Paul
had
inspected
Kynes
briefly
with
binoculars
,
noting
the
prim
,
straight
mouth
,
the
high
forehead
.
Halleck
had
spoken
in
Paul
’
s
ear
:
“
Odd
sort
of
fellow
.
