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A
grin
flashed
across
Piter
’
s
face
.
It
was
like
a
mask
grimace
beneath
those
eyes
like
holes
.
“
But
,
Baron
!
Never
has
revenge
been
more
beautiful
.
It
is
to
see
a
plan
of
the
most
exquisite
treachery
:
to
make
Leto
exchange
Caladan
for
Dune
—
and
without
alternative
because
the
Emperor
orders
it
.
How
waggish
of
you
!
”
In
a
cold
voice
,
the
Baron
said
:
“
You
have
a
flux
of
the
mouth
,
Piter
.
”
“
But
I
am
happy
,
my
Baron
.
Whereas
you
.
.
.
you
are
touched
by
jealousy
.
”
“
Piter
!
”
“
Ah
-
ah
,
Baron
!
Is
it
not
regrettable
you
were
unable
to
devise
this
delicious
scheme
by
yourself
?
”
“
Someday
I
will
have
you
strangled
,
Piter
.
”
“
Of
a
certainty
,
Baron
.
Enfin
!
But
a
kind
act
is
never
lost
,
eh
?
”
“
Have
you
been
chewing
verite
or
semuta
,
Piter
?
”
“
Truth
without
fear
surprises
the
Baron
,
”
Piter
said
.
His
face
drew
down
into
a
caricature
of
a
frowning
mask
.
“
Ah
,
hah
!
But
you
see
,
Baron
,
I
know
as
a
Mentat
when
you
will
send
the
executioner
.
You
will
hold
back
just
so
long
as
I
am
useful
.
To
move
sooner
would
be
wasteful
and
I
’
m
yet
of
much
use
.
I
know
what
it
is
you
learned
from
that
lovely
Dune
planet
—
waste
not
.
True
,
Baron
?
”
