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The
Baron
Vladimir
Harkonnen
stood
over
her
.
Around
them
,
she
recognized
the
cellar
room
where
Paul
had
slept
,
saw
his
cot
at
one
side
—
empty
.
Suspensor
lamps
were
brought
in
by
guards
,
distributed
near
the
open
door
.
There
was
a
glare
of
light
in
the
hallway
beyond
that
hurt
her
eyes
.
She
looked
up
at
the
Baron
.
He
wore
a
yellow
cape
that
bulged
over
his
portable
suspensors
.
The
fat
cheeks
were
two
cherubic
mounds
beneath
spider
-
black
eyes
.
“
The
drug
was
timed
,
”
he
rumbled
.
“
We
knew
to
the
minute
when
you
’
d
be
coming
out
of
it
.
”
How
could
that
be
?
she
wondered
.
They
’
d
have
to
know
my
exact
weight
,
my
metabolism
,
my
.
.
.
.
Yueh
!
“
Such
a
pity
you
must
remain
gagged
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
We
could
have
such
an
interesting
conversation
.
”
Yueh
’
s
the
only
one
it
could
be
,
she
thought
.
How
?
The
Baron
glanced
behind
him
at
the
door
.
“
Come
in
,
Piter
.
”
