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“
I
never
could
bring
myself
to
trust
a
traitor
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
Not
even
a
traitor
I
created
.
”
He
glanced
at
the
night
-
shrouded
viewport
.
That
black
bag
of
stillness
out
there
was
his
,
the
Baron
knew
.
There
was
no
more
crump
of
artillery
against
the
Shield
Wall
caves
;
the
burrow
traps
were
sealed
off
.
Quite
suddenly
,
the
Baron
’
s
mind
could
conceive
of
nothing
more
beautiful
than
that
utter
emptiness
of
black
.
Unless
it
were
white
on
the
black
.
Plated
white
on
the
black
.
Porcelain
white
.
But
there
was
still
the
feeling
of
doubt
.
What
had
the
old
fool
of
a
doctor
meant
?
Of
course
,
he
’
d
probably
known
what
would
happen
to
him
in
the
end
.
But
that
bit
about
thinking
he
’
d
been
defeated
:
“
You
think
you
defeated
me
.
”
What
had
he
meant
?
The
Duke
Leto
Atreides
came
through
the
door
.
His
arms
were
bound
in
chains
,
the
eagle
face
streaked
with
dirt
.
His
uniform
was
torn
where
someone
had
ripped
off
his
insignia
.
There
were
tatters
at
his
waist
where
the
shield
belt
had
been
removed
without
first
freeing
the
uniform
ties
.
The
Duke
’
s
eyes
held
a
glazed
,
insane
look
.
“
Wel
-
l
-
l
-
l
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
He
hesitated
,
drawing
in
a
deep
breath
.
He
knew
he
had
spoken
too
loudly
.
This
moment
,
long
-
envisioned
,
had
lost
some
of
its
savor
.
Damn
that
cursed
doctor
through
all
eternity
!
“
I
believe
the
good
Duke
is
drugged
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
That
’
s
how
Yueh
caught
him
for
us
.
”
Piter
turned
to
the
Duke
.
“
Aren
’
t
you
drugged
,
my
dear
Duke
?
”
