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“
And
again
I
must
ask
:
Is
there
something
to
forgive
?
”
“
Stalemate
?
”
she
asked
.
He
shrugged
.
“
Let
us
discuss
something
else
for
a
minute
,
then
,
”
she
said
.
“
Duncan
Idaho
,
the
admirable
fighting
man
whose
abilities
at
guarding
and
surveillance
are
so
esteemed
.
Tonight
,
he
overindulged
in
something
called
spice
beer
.
I
hear
reports
that
others
among
our
people
have
been
stupefied
by
this
concoction
.
Is
that
true
?
”
“
You
have
your
reports
,
my
Lady
.
”
“
So
I
do
.
Don
’
t
you
see
this
drinking
as
a
symptom
,
Thufir
?
”
“
My
Lady
speaks
riddles
.
”
“
Apply
your
Mentat
abilities
to
it
!
”
she
snapped
.
“
What
’
s
the
problem
with
Duncan
and
the
others
?
I
can
tell
you
in
four
words
—
they
have
no
home
.
”
He
jabbed
a
finger
at
the
floor
.
“
Arrakis
,
that
’
s
their
home
.
”
“
Arrakis
is
an
unknown
!
Caladan
was
their
home
,
but
we
’
ve
uprooted
them
.
