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His
body
had
obeyed
her
before
he
could
think
about
it
.
Nothing
could
have
prevented
his
response
—
not
logic
,
not
passionate
anger
.
.
.
nothing
.
To
do
what
she
had
done
spoke
of
a
sensitive
,
intimate
knowledge
of
the
person
thus
commanded
,
a
depth
of
control
he
had
not
dreamed
possible
.
“
I
have
said
to
you
before
that
we
should
understand
each
other
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
meant
you
should
understand
me
.
I
already
understand
you
.
And
I
tell
you
now
that
your
loyalty
to
the
Duke
is
all
that
guarantees
your
safety
with
me
.
”
He
stared
at
her
,
wet
his
lips
with
his
tongue
.
“
If
I
desired
a
puppet
,
the
Duke
would
marry
me
,
”
she
said
.
“
He
might
even
think
he
did
it
of
his
own
free
will
.
”
Hawat
lowered
his
head
,
looked
upward
through
his
sparse
lashes
.
Only
the
most
rigid
control
kept
him
from
calling
the
guard
.
Control
.
.
.
and
the
suspicion
now
that
woman
might
not
permit
it
.
His
skin
crawled
with
the
memory
of
how
she
had
controlled
him
.
In
the
moment
of
hesitation
,
she
could
have
drawn
a
weapon
and
killed
him
!
Does
every
human
have
this
blind
spot
?
he
wondered
.
Can
any
of
us
be
ordered
into
action
before
he
can
resist
?
The
idea
staggered
him
.
Who
could
stop
a
person
with
such
power
?
“
You
’
ve
glimpsed
the
fist
within
the
Bene
Gesserit
glove
,
”
she
said
.
“
Few
glimpse
it
and
live
.
And
what
I
did
was
a
relatively
simple
thing
for
us
.
You
’
ve
not
seen
my
entire
arsenal
.
Think
on
that
.
”
“
Why
aren
’
t
you
out
destroying
the
Duke
’
s
enemies
?
”
he
asked
.
“
What
would
you
have
me
destroy
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Would
you
have
me
make
a
weakling
of
our
Duke
,
have
him
forever
leaning
on
me
?
”
