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Another
guard
bumped
into
him
,
barked
:
“
Stay
out
of
the
way
,
you
!
”
Even
when
they
’
ve
profited
by
me
they
despise
me
.
Yueh
thought
.
He
straightened
himself
as
he
was
pushed
aside
,
regained
some
of
his
dignity
.
“
Wait
for
the
Baron
!
”
a
guard
officer
snarled
.
Yueh
nodded
,
walked
with
controlled
casualness
along
the
front
of
the
house
,
turned
the
corner
into
shadows
out
of
sight
of
the
burning
palms
.
Quickly
,
every
step
betraying
his
anxiety
,
Yueh
made
for
the
rear
yard
beneath
the
conservatory
where
the
’
thopter
waited
—
the
craft
they
had
placed
there
to
carry
away
Paul
and
his
mother
.
A
guard
stood
at
the
open
rear
door
of
the
house
,
his
attention
focused
on
the
lighted
hall
and
men
banging
through
there
,
searching
from
room
to
room
.
How
confident
they
were
!
Yueh
hugged
the
shadows
,
worked
his
way
around
the
’
thopter
,
eased
open
the
door
on
the
side
away
from
the
guard
.
He
felt
under
the
front
seats
for
the
Fremkit
he
had
hidden
there
,
lifted
a
flap
and
slipped
in
the
ducal
signet
.
He
felt
the
crinkling
of
the
spice
paper
there
,
the
note
he
had
written
,
pressed
the
ring
into
the
paper
.
He
removed
his
hand
,
resealed
the
pack
.
Softly
,
Yueh
closed
the
’
thopter
door
,
worked
his
way
back
to
the
corner
of
the
house
and
around
toward
the
flaming
trees
.
Now
,
it
is
done
,
he
thought
.
