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She
forced
herself
to
calmness
,
thinking
:
A
good
riposte
,
that
.
“
But
he
’
ll
not
marry
anyone
else
,
”
she
said
.
“
Not
as
long
as
I
live
.
And
we
are
surrogates
,
as
I
’
ve
said
.
To
break
up
this
natural
order
in
our
affairs
,
to
disturb
,
disrupt
,
and
confuse
us
—
which
target
offers
itself
most
enticingly
to
the
Harkonnens
?
”
He
sensed
the
direction
she
was
taking
,
and
his
brows
drew
down
in
a
lowering
scowl
.
“
The
Duke
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Attractive
target
,
yes
,
but
no
one
with
the
possible
exception
of
Paul
is
better
guarded
.
Me
?
I
tempt
them
,
surely
,
but
they
must
know
the
Bene
Gesserit
make
difficult
targets
.
And
there
’
s
a
better
target
,
one
whose
duties
create
,
necessarily
,
a
monstrous
blind
spot
.
One
to
whom
suspicion
is
as
natural
as
breathing
.
One
who
builds
his
entire
life
on
innuendo
and
mystery
.
”
She
darted
her
right
hand
toward
him
.
“
You
!
”
Hawat
started
to
leap
from
his
chair
.
“
I
have
not
dismissed
you
,
Thufir
!
”
she
flared
.
The
old
Mentat
almost
fell
back
into
the
chair
,
so
quickly
did
his
muscles
betray
him
.
She
smiled
without
mirth
.
“
Now
you
know
something
of
the
real
training
they
give
us
,
”
she
said
.
Hawat
tried
to
swallow
in
a
dry
throat
.
Her
command
had
been
regal
,
peremptory
—
uttered
in
a
tone
and
manner
he
had
found
completely
irresistible
.
