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“
You
’
re
known
;
you
’
ll
be
safe
enough
in
the
halls
.
We
’
ve
no
more
time
for
chit
-
chat
,
traitor
.
I
hear
the
others
coming
.
”
Traitor
,
Yueh
thought
.
He
lowered
his
gaze
,
pressed
past
the
Sardaukar
,
knowing
this
as
a
foretaste
of
how
history
would
remember
him
:
Yueh
the
traitor
.
He
passed
more
bodies
on
his
way
to
the
front
entrance
and
glanced
at
them
,
fearful
that
one
might
be
Paul
or
Jessica
.
All
were
house
troopers
or
wore
Harkonnen
uniform
.
Harkonnen
guards
came
alert
,
staring
at
him
as
he
emerged
from
the
front
entrance
into
flame
-
lighted
night
.
The
palms
along
the
road
had
been
fired
to
illuminate
the
house
.
Black
smoke
from
the
flammables
used
to
ignite
the
trees
poured
upward
through
orange
flames
.
“
It
’
s
the
traitor
,
”
someone
said
.
“
The
Baron
will
want
to
see
you
soon
,
”
another
said
.
I
must
get
to
the
’
thopter
,
Yueh
thought
.
I
must
put
the
ducal
signet
where
Paul
will
find
it
.
And
fear
struck
him
:
If
Idaho
suspects
me
or
grows
impatient
-
if
he
doesn
’
t
wait
and
go
exactly
where
I
told
him
—
Jessica
and
Paul
will
not
be
saved
from
the
carnage
.
I
’
ll
be
denied
even
the
smallest
relief
from
my
act
.
The
Harkonnen
guard
released
his
arm
,
said
“
Wait
over
there
out
of
the
way
.
”
Abruptly
,
Yueh
saw
himself
as
cast
away
in
this
place
of
destruction
,
spared
nothing
,
given
not
the
smallest
pity
.
Idaho
must
not
fail
!
