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It
’
s
true
,
then
:
they
don
’
t
have
Paul
and
Jessica
.
“
This
is
not
a
child
’
s
game
we
play
,
”
the
Baron
rumbled
.
“
You
must
know
that
.
”
He
leaned
toward
Leto
,
studying
the
face
.
It
pained
the
Baron
that
this
could
not
be
handled
privately
,
just
between
the
two
of
them
.
To
have
others
see
royalty
in
such
straits
—
it
set
a
bad
precedent
.
Leto
could
feel
strength
returning
.
And
now
,
the
memory
of
the
false
tooth
stood
out
in
his
mind
like
a
steeple
in
a
flat
landscape
.
The
nerve
-
shaped
capsule
within
that
tooth
—
the
poison
gas
—
he
remembered
who
had
put
the
deadly
weapon
in
his
mouth
.
Yueh
.
Drug
-
fogged
memory
of
seeing
a
limp
corpse
dragged
past
him
in
this
room
hung
like
a
vapor
in
Leto
’
s
mind
.
He
knew
it
had
been
Yueh
.
“
Do
you
hear
that
noise
,
Duke
Leto
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
Leto
grew
conscious
of
a
frog
sound
,
the
burred
mewling
of
someone
’
s
agony
.
“
We
caught
one
of
your
men
disguised
as
a
Fremen
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
We
penetrated
the
disguise
quite
easily
:
the
eyes
,
you
know
.
He
insists
he
was
sent
among
the
Fremen
to
spy
on
them
.
I
’
ve
lived
for
a
time
on
this
planet
,
cher
cousin
.
One
does
not
spy
on
those
ragged
scum
of
the
desert
.
Tell
me
,
did
you
buy
their
help
?
Did
you
send
your
woman
and
son
to
them
?
”
Leto
felt
fear
tighten
his
chest
.
If
Yueh
sent
them
to
the
desert
fold
.
.
.
the
search
won
’
t
stop
until
they
’
re
found
.
“
Come
,
come
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
We
don
’
t
have
much
time
and
pain
is
quick
.
