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“
S
‘
you
,
”
she
gasped
.
“
Killed
.
.
.
guard
.
.
.
sent
.
.
.
get
.
.
.
Tuek
.
.
.
escape
.
.
.
m
’
Lady
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
here
.
.
.
no
.
.
.
.
”
She
flopped
forward
,
her
head
thumping
against
the
stone
.
Leto
felt
for
pulse
at
the
temples
.
There
was
none
.
He
looked
at
the
stain
:
she
’
d
been
stabbed
in
the
back
.
Who
?
His
mind
raced
.
Did
she
mean
someone
had
killed
a
guard
?
And
Tuek
—
had
Jessica
sent
for
him
?
Why
?
He
started
to
stand
up
.
A
sixth
sense
warned
him
.
He
flashed
a
hand
toward
the
shield
switch
—
too
late
.
A
numbing
shock
slammed
his
arm
aside
.
He
felt
pain
there
,
saw
a
dart
protruding
from
the
sleeve
,
sensed
paralysis
spreading
from
it
up
his
arm
.
It
took
an
agonizing
effort
to
lift
his
head
and
look
down
the
passage
.
Yueh
stood
in
the
open
door
of
the
generator
room
.
His
face
reflected
yellow
from
the
light
of
a
single
,
brighter
suspensor
above
the
door
.
There
was
stillness
from
the
room
behind
him
—
no
sound
of
generators
.
Yueh
!
Leto
thought
.
He
’
s
sabotaged
the
house
generators
!
We
’
re
wide
open
!
Yueh
began
walking
toward
him
,
pocketing
a
dartgun
.
Leto
found
he
could
still
speak
,
gasped
:
“
Yueh
!
How
?
”
Then
the
paralysis
reached
his
legs
and
he
slid
to
the
floor
with
his
back
propped
against
the
stone
wall
.
Yueh
’
s
face
carried
a
look
of
sadness
as
he
bent
over
,
touched
Leto
’
s
forehead
.
The
Duke
found
he
could
feel
the
touch
,
but
it
was
remote
.
.
.
dull
.
“
The
drug
on
the
dart
is
selective
,
”
Yueh
said
.
“
You
can
speak
,
but
I
’
d
advise
against
it
.
”
He
glanced
down
the
hall
,
and
again
bent
over
Leto
,
pulled
out
the
dart
,
tossed
it
aside
.
The
sound
of
the
dart
clattering
on
the
stones
was
faint
and
distant
to
the
Duke
’
s
ears
.
It
can
’
t
be
Yueh
,
Leto
thought
.
He
’
s
conditioned
.
