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His
face
darkened
.
“
I
offered
my
resignation
to
the
Duke
.
”
“
Did
you
offer
your
resignation
to
me
.
.
.
or
to
Paul
?
”
Now
he
was
openly
angry
,
betraying
it
in
quickness
of
breathing
,
in
dilation
of
nostrils
,
a
steady
stare
.
She
saw
a
pulse
beating
at
his
temple
.
“
I
’
m
the
Duke
’
s
man
,
”
he
said
,
biting
off
the
words
.
“
There
is
no
traitor
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
threat
’
s
something
else
.
Perhaps
it
has
to
do
with
the
lasguns
.
Perhaps
they
’
ll
risk
secreting
a
few
lasguns
with
timing
mechanisms
aimed
at
house
shields
.
Perhaps
they
’
ll
.
.
.
.
”
“
And
who
could
tell
after
the
blast
if
the
explosion
wasn
’
t
atomic
?
”
he
asked
.
“
No
,
my
Lady
.
They
’
ll
not
risk
anything
that
illegal
.
Radiation
lingers
.
The
evidence
is
hard
to
erase
.
No
.
They
’
ll
observe
most
of
the
forms
.
It
has
to
be
a
traitor
.
”
“
You
’
re
the
Duke
’
s
man
,
”
she
sneered
.
“
Would
you
destroy
him
in
the
effort
to
save
him
?
”
He
took
a
deep
breath
,
then
:
“
If
you
’
re
innocent
,
you
’
ll
have
my
most
abject
apologies
.
”
