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“
I
believe
he
’
s
coming
around
,
Baron
.
”
A
silky
voice
,
that
one
.
That
was
Piter
.
“
So
I
see
,
Piter
.
”
A
rumbling
basso
:
the
Baron
.
Leto
sensed
increasing
definition
in
his
surroundings
.
The
chair
beneath
him
took
on
firmness
,
the
bindings
were
sharper
.
And
he
saw
the
Baron
clearly
now
.
Leto
watched
the
movements
of
the
man
’
s
hands
:
compulsive
touchings
—
the
edge
of
a
plate
,
the
handle
of
a
spoon
,
a
finger
tracing
the
fold
of
a
jowl
.
Leto
watched
the
moving
hand
,
fascinated
by
it
.
“
You
can
hear
me
,
Duke
Leto
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
I
know
you
can
hear
me
.
We
want
to
know
from
you
where
to
find
your
concubine
and
the
child
you
sired
on
her
.
”
No
sign
escaped
Leto
,
but
the
words
were
a
wash
of
calmness
through
him
.
