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Wall
—
chasms
of
tortured
rock
,
patches
of
yellow
-
brown
crossed
by
black
lines
of
fault
shattering
.
It
was
as
though
someone
had
dropped
this
ground
from
space
and
left
it
where
it
smashed
.
They
crossed
a
shallow
basin
with
the
clear
outline
of
gray
sand
spreading
across
it
from
a
canyon
opening
to
the
south
.
The
sand
fingers
ran
out
into
the
basin
—
a
dry
delta
outlined
against
darker
rock
.
Kynes
sat
back
,
thinking
about
the
water
-
fat
flesh
he
had
felt
beneath
the
stillsuits
.
They
wore
shield
belts
over
their
robes
,
slow
pellet
stunners
at
the
waist
,
coin
-
sized
emergency
transmitters
on
cords
around
their
necks
.
Both
the
Duke
and
his
son
carried
knives
in
wrist
sheathes
and
the
sheathes
appeared
well
worn
.
The
people
struck
Kynes
as
a
strange
combination
of
softness
and
armed
strength
.
There
was
a
poise
to
them
totally
unlike
the
Harkonnens
.
“
When
you
report
to
the
Emperor
on
the
change
of
government
here
,
will
you
say
we
observed
the
rules
?
”
Leto
asked
.
He
glanced
at
Kynes
,
back
to
their
course
.
“
The
Harkonnens
left
;
you
came
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
And
is
everything
as
it
should
be
?
”
Leto
asked
.
Momentary
tension
showed
in
the
tightening
of
a
muscle
along
Kynes
’
jaw
.
“
As
Planetologist
and
Judge
of
the
Change
,
I
am
a
direct
subject
of
the
Imperium
.
.
.
my
Lord
.
”
The
Duke
smiled
grimly
.
“
But
we
both
know
the
realities
.
”
