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The
voice
was
far
away
.
Leto
could
feel
the
chains
,
the
ache
of
muscles
,
his
cracked
lips
,
his
burning
cheeks
,
the
dry
taste
of
thirst
whispering
its
grit
in
his
mouth
.
But
sounds
were
dull
,
hidden
by
a
cottony
blanket
.
And
he
saw
only
dim
shapes
through
the
blanket
.
“
What
of
the
woman
and
the
boy
,
Piter
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Any
word
yet
?
”
Piter
’
s
tongue
darted
over
his
lips
.
“
You
’
ve
heard
something
!
”
the
Baron
snapped
.
“
What
?
”
Piter
glanced
at
the
guard
captain
,
back
to
the
Baron
.
“
The
men
who
were
sent
to
do
the
job
,
my
’
Lord
—
they
’
ve
.
.
.
ah
.
.
.
been
.
.
.
ah
.
.
.
found
.
”
“
Well
,
they
report
everything
satisfactory
?
”
“
They
’
re
dead
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
“
Of
course
they
are
!
What
I
want
to
know
is
—
”
“
They
were
dead
when
found
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
The
Baron
’
s
face
went
livid
.
“
And
the
woman
and
boy
?
”
