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“
You
’
re
sure
you
’
ll
not
need
me
?
”
Jessica
smiled
grimly
.
“
I
’
m
sure
.
”
“
Perhaps
this
could
wait
until
tomorrow
,
”
Yueh
said
.
“
I
could
give
you
a
sedative
and
.
.
.
.
”
“
You
will
return
to
your
quarters
and
leave
me
to
handle
this
my
way
,
”
she
said
.
She
patted
his
arm
to
take
the
sting
out
of
her
command
.
“
This
is
the
only
way
.
”
Abruptly
,
head
high
,
she
turned
and
stalked
off
through
the
house
to
her
rooms
.
Cold
walls
.
.
.
passages
.
.
.
a
familiar
door
.
.
.
.
She
jerked
the
door
open
,
strode
in
,
and
slammed
it
behind
her
.
Jessica
stood
there
glaring
at
the
shield
-
blanked
windows
of
her
sitting
room
.
Hawat
!
Could
he
be
the
one
the
Harkonnens
bought
?
We
shall
see
.
Jessica
crossed
to
the
deep
,
old
-
fashioned
armchair
with
an
embroidered
cover
of
schlag
skin
,
moved
the
chair
into
position
to
command
the
door
.
She
was
suddenly
very
conscious
of
the
crysknife
in
its
sheath
on
her
leg
.
She
removed
the
sheath
and
strapped
it
to
her
arm
,
tested
the
drop
of
it
.
Once
more
,
she
glanced
around
the
room
,
placing
everything
precisely
in
her
mind
against
any
emergency
:
the
chaise
near
the
corner
,
the
straight
chairs
along
the
wall
,
the
two
low
tables
,
her
stand
-
mounted
zither
beside
the
door
to
her
bedroom
.
Pale
rose
light
glowed
from
the
suspensor
lamps
.
She
dimmed
them
,
sat
down
in
the
armchair
,
patting
the
upholstery
,
appreciating
the
chair
’
s
regal
heaviness
for
this
occasion
.
Now
,
let
him
come
,
she
thought
.
We
shall
see
what
we
shall
see
.
And
she
prepared
herself
in
the
Bene
Gesserit
fashion
for
the
wait
,
accumulating
patience
,
saving
her
strength
.
Sooner
than
she
had
expected
,
a
rap
sounded
at
the
door
and
Hawat
entered
at
her
command
.
