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She
watched
him
without
moving
from
the
chair
,
seeing
the
crackling
sense
of
drug
-
induced
energy
in
his
movements
,
seeing
the
fatigue
beneath
.
Hawat
’
s
rheumy
old
eyes
glittered
.
His
leathery
skin
appeared
faintly
yellow
in
the
room
’
s
light
,
and
there
was
a
wide
,
wet
stain
on
the
sleeve
of
his
knife
arm
.
She
smelled
blood
there
.
Jessica
gestured
to
one
of
the
straight
-
backed
chairs
,
said
:
“
Bring
that
chair
and
sit
facing
me
.
”
Hawat
bowed
,
obeyed
.
That
drunken
fool
of
an
Idaho
!
he
thought
.
He
studied
Jessica
’
s
face
,
wondering
how
he
could
save
this
situation
.
“
It
’
s
long
past
time
to
clear
the
air
between
us
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
What
troubles
my
Lady
?
”
He
sat
down
,
placed
hands
on
knees
.
“
Don
’
t
play
coy
with
me
!
”
she
snapped
.
“
If
Yueh
didn
’
t
tell
you
why
I
summoned
you
,
then
one
of
your
spies
in
my
household
did
.
Shall
we
be
at
least
that
honest
with
each
other
?
”
“
As
you
wish
,
my
Lady
.
”
“
First
,
you
will
answer
me
one
question
,
”
she
said
.
“
Are
you
now
a
Harkonnen
agent
?
”
