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Not
yet
!
The
someone
had
told
him
to
wait
until
he
was
near
the
Baron
.
Who
had
told
him
?
He
couldn
’
t
remember
.
“
How
long
will
he
remain
drugged
like
this
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Perhaps
another
hour
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
“
Perhaps
,
”
the
Baron
muttered
.
Again
,
he
turned
to
the
night
-
blackened
window
.
“
I
am
hungry
.
”
That
’
s
the
Baron
,
that
fuzzy
gray
shape
there
,
Leto
thought
.
The
shape
danced
back
and
forth
,
swaying
with
the
movement
of
the
room
.
And
the
room
expanded
and
contracted
.
It
grew
brighter
and
darker
.
It
folded
into
blackness
and
faded
.
Time
became
a
sequence
of
layers
for
the
Duke
.
He
drifted
up
through
them
.
I
must
wait
.
There
was
a
table
.
Leto
saw
the
table
quite
clearly
.
And
a
gross
,
fat
man
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
,
the
remains
of
a
meal
in
front
of
him
.
Leto
felt
himself
sitting
in
a
chair
across
from
the
fat
man
,
felt
the
chains
,
the
straps
that
held
his
tingling
body
in
the
chair
.
He
was
aware
there
had
been
a
passage
of
time
,
but
its
length
escaped
him
.
