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“
He
’
s
most
uncouth
,
Baron
.
Addresses
you
as
‘
Harkonnen
’
-
no
‘
Sire
et
Cher
Cousin
,
’
no
title
,
nothing
.
”
“
It
’
s
a
good
name
,
”
the
Baron
growled
,
and
his
voice
betrayed
his
impatience
.
“
What
does
dear
Leto
say
?
”
“
He
says
:
‘
Your
offer
of
a
meeting
is
refused
.
I
have
ofttimes
met
your
treachery
and
this
all
men
know
.
’
”
“
And
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
He
says
:
‘
The
art
of
kanly
still
has
admirers
in
the
Empire
.
’
He
signs
it
:
‘
Duke
Leto
of
Arrakis
.
’
”
Piter
began
to
laugh
.
“
Of
Arrakis
!
Oh
,
my
!
This
is
almost
too
rich
!
”
“
Be
silent
,
Piter
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
and
the
laughter
stopped
as
though
shut
off
with
a
switch
.
“
Kanly
,
is
it
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Vendetta
,
heh
?
And
he
uses
the
nice
old
word
so
rich
in
tradition
to
be
sure
I
know
he
means
it
.
”
“
You
made
the
peace
gesture
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
The
forms
have
been
obeyed
.
”
“
For
a
Mentat
,
you
talk
too
much
,
Piter
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
And
he
thought
:
I
must
do
away
with
that
one
soon
.
He
has
almost
outlived
his
usefulness
.
The
Baron
stared
across
the
room
at
his
Mentat
assassin
,
seeing
the
feature
about
him
that
most
people
noticed
first
:
the
eyes
,
the
shaded
slits
of
blue
within
blue
,
the
eyes
without
any
white
in
them
at
all
.
