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“
You
promised
I
could
have
her
,
”
Piter
said
.
The
tenor
voice
had
lost
some
of
its
cold
reserve
.
Jessica
heard
the
clue
-
tones
in
the
man
’
s
voice
,
allowed
herself
an
inward
shudder
.
How
could
the
Baron
have
made
such
an
animal
out
of
a
Mentat
?
“
I
give
you
a
choice
,
Piter
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
What
choice
?
”
The
Baron
snapped
fat
fingers
.
“
This
woman
and
exile
from
the
Imperium
,
or
the
Duchy
of
Atreides
on
Arrakis
to
rule
as
you
see
fit
in
my
name
.
”
Jessica
watched
the
Baron
’
s
spider
eyes
study
Piter
.
“
You
could
be
Duke
here
in
all
but
name
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
Is
my
Leto
dead
,
then
?
Jessica
asked
herself
.
She
felt
a
silent
wail
begin
somewhere
in
her
mind
.
The
Baron
kept
his
attention
on
the
Mentat
.
“
Understand
yourself
,
Piter
.
You
want
her
because
she
was
a
Duke
’
s
woman
,
a
symbol
of
his
power
—
beautiful
,
useful
,
exquisitely
trained
for
her
role
.
But
an
entire
duchy
,
Piter
!
That
’
s
more
than
a
symbol
;
that
’
s
the
reality
.
With
it
you
could
have
many
women
.
.
.
and
more
.
”
