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The
fat
hand
moved
,
tracing
details
on
the
surface
.
“
I
invite
you
to
observe
,
”
the
basso
voice
rumbled
.
“
Observe
closely
,
Piter
,
and
you
,
too
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
my
darling
:
from
sixty
degrees
north
to
seventy
degrees
south
—
these
exquisite
ripples
.
Their
coloring
:
does
it
not
remind
you
of
sweet
caramels
?
And
nowhere
do
you
see
blue
of
lakes
or
rivers
or
seas
.
And
these
lovely
polar
caps
—
so
small
.
Could
anyone
mistake
this
place
?
Arrakis
!
Truly
unique
.
A
superb
setting
for
a
unique
victory
.
”
A
smile
touched
Piter
’
s
lips
.
“
And
to
think
,
Baron
:
the
Padishah
Emperor
believes
he
’
s
given
the
Duke
your
spice
planet
.
How
poignant
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
nonsensical
statement
,
”
the
Baron
rumbled
.
“
You
say
this
to
confuse
young
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
but
it
is
not
necessary
to
confuse
my
nephew
.
”
The
sullen
-
faced
youth
stirred
in
his
chair
,
smoothed
a
wrinkle
in
the
black
leotards
he
wore
.
He
sat
upright
as
a
discreet
tapping
sounded
at
the
door
in
the
wall
behind
him
.
Piter
unfolded
from
his
chair
,
crossed
to
the
door
,
cracked
it
wide
enough
to
accept
a
message
cylinder
.
He
closed
the
door
,
unrolled
the
cylinder
and
scanned
it
.
A
chuckle
sounded
from
him
.
Another
.
“
Well
?
”
the
Baron
demanded
.
“
The
fool
answered
us
,
Baron
!
”
“
Whenever
did
an
Atreides
refuse
the
opportunity
for
a
gesture
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Well
,
what
does
he
say
?
”
