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The
Duke
directed
a
questioning
glance
down
at
Jessica
.
“
The
custom
here
is
for
host
and
hostess
to
follow
their
guests
to
table
,
”
she
said
,
and
smiled
:
“
Shall
we
change
that
one
,
too
,
my
Lord
?
”
He
spoke
coldly
:
“
That
seems
a
goodly
custom
.
We
shall
let
it
stand
for
now
.
”
The
illusion
that
I
suspect
her
of
treachery
must
be
maintained
,
he
thought
.
He
glanced
at
the
guests
filing
past
them
.
Who
among
you
believes
this
lie
?
Jessica
,
sensing
his
remoteness
,
wondered
at
it
as
she
had
done
frequently
the
past
week
.
He
acts
like
a
man
struggling
with
himself
,
she
thought
.
Is
it
because
I
moved
so
swiftly
setting
up
this
dinner
party
?
Yet
,
he
knows
how
important
it
is
that
we
begin
to
mix
our
officers
and
men
with
the
locals
on
a
social
plane
.
We
are
father
and
mother
surrogate
to
them
all
.
Nothing
impresses
that
fact
more
firmly
than
this
sort
of
social
sharing
.
Leto
,
watching
the
guests
file
past
,
recalled
what
Thufir
Hawat
had
said
when
informed
of
the
affair
:
“
Sire
!
I
forbid
it
!
”
A
grim
smile
touched
the
Duke
’
s
mouth
.
What
a
scene
that
had
been
.
And
when
the
Duke
had
remained
adamant
about
attending
the
dinner
,
Hawat
had
shaken
his
head
.
“
I
have
bad
feelings
about
this
,
my
Lord
,
”
he
’
d
said
.
“
Things
move
too
swiftly
on
Arrakis
.
That
’
s
not
like
the
Harkonnens
.
Not
like
them
at
all
.
”
Paul
passed
his
father
escorting
a
young
woman
half
a
head
taller
than
himself
.
He
shot
a
sour
glance
at
his
father
,
nodded
at
something
the
young
woman
said
.
