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“
Do
you
mean
,
sir
,
that
these
birds
are
cannibals
?
”
“
That
’
s
an
odd
question
,
young
Master
,
”
the
banker
said
.
“
I
merely
said
the
birds
drink
blood
.
It
doesn
’
t
have
to
be
the
blood
of
their
own
kind
,
does
it
?
”
“
It
was
not
an
odd
question
,
”
Paul
said
,
and
Jessica
noted
the
brittle
riposte
quality
of
her
training
exposed
in
his
voice
.
“
Most
educated
people
know
that
the
worst
potential
competition
for
any
young
organism
can
come
from
its
own
kind
.
”
He
deliberately
forked
a
bite
of
food
from
his
companion
’
s
plate
,
ate
it
.
“
They
are
eating
from
the
same
bowl
.
They
have
the
same
basic
requirements
.
”
The
banker
stiffened
,
scowled
at
the
Duke
.
“
Do
not
make
the
error
of
considering
my
son
a
child
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
And
he
smiled
.
Jessica
glanced
around
the
table
,
noted
that
Bewt
had
brightened
,
that
both
Kynes
and
the
smuggler
,
Tuek
,
were
grinning
.
“
It
’
s
a
rule
of
ecology
,
”
Kynes
said
,
“
that
the
young
Master
appears
to
understand
quite
well
.
The
struggle
between
life
elements
is
the
struggle
for
the
free
energy
of
a
system
.
Blood
’
s
an
efficient
energy
source
.
”
The
banker
put
down
his
fork
,
spoke
in
an
angry
voice
:
“
It
’
s
said
that
the
Fremen
scum
drink
the
blood
of
their
dead
.
”
