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“
You
remember
quite
well
,
m
’
Lord
Harkonnen
.
”
And
Yueh
allowed
himself
to
think
now
,
hearing
the
loud
silence
of
clocks
in
his
mind
.
He
had
seen
the
subtle
betrayals
in
the
Baron
’
s
manner
.
Wanna
was
indeed
dead
—
gone
far
beyond
their
reach
.
Otherwise
,
there
’
d
still
be
a
hold
on
the
weak
doctor
.
The
Baron
’
s
manner
showed
there
was
no
hold
;
it
was
ended
.
“
Do
I
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
You
promised
to
deliver
my
Wanna
from
her
agony
.
”
The
Baron
nodded
.
“
Oh
,
yes
.
Now
,
I
remember
.
So
I
did
.
That
was
my
promise
.
That
was
how
we
bent
the
Imperial
Conditioning
.
You
couldn
’
t
endure
seeing
your
Bene
Gesserit
witch
grovel
in
Piter
’
s
pain
amplifiers
.
Well
,
the
Baron
Vladimir
Harkonnen
always
keeps
his
promises
.
I
told
you
I
’
d
free
her
from
the
agony
and
permit
you
to
join
her
.
So
be
it
.
”
He
waved
a
hand
at
Piter
.
Piter
’
s
blue
eyes
took
a
glazed
look
.
His
movement
was
catlike
in
its
sudden
fluidity
.
The
knife
in
his
hand
glistened
like
a
claw
as
it
flashed
into
Yueh
’
s
back
.
The
old
man
stiffened
,
never
taking
his
attention
from
the
Baron
.
“
So
join
her
!
”
the
Baron
spat
.
Yueh
stood
,
swaying
.
His
lips
moved
with
careful
precision
,
and
his
voice
came
in
oddly
measured
cadence
:
“
You
.
.
.
think
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
de
.
.
.
feated
.
.
.
me
.
