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Please
don
’
t
bring
it
to
this
,
my
dear
Duke
.
”
The
Baron
looked
up
at
Piter
who
stood
at
Leto
’
s
shoulder
.
“
Piter
doesn
’
t
have
all
his
tools
here
,
but
I
’
m
sure
he
could
improvise
.
”
“
Improvisation
is
sometimes
the
best
,
Baron
.
”
That
silky
,
insinuating
voice
!
Leto
heard
it
at
his
ear
.
“
You
had
an
emergency
plan
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
Where
have
your
woman
and
the
boy
been
sent
?
”
He
looked
at
Leto
’
s
hand
.
“
Your
ring
is
missing
.
Does
the
boy
have
it
?
”
The
Baron
looked
up
,
stared
into
Leto
’
s
eyes
.
“
You
don
’
t
answer
,
”
he
said
.
“
Will
you
force
me
to
do
a
thing
I
do
not
want
to
do
?
Piter
will
use
simple
,
direct
methods
.
I
agree
they
’
re
sometimes
the
best
,
but
it
’
s
not
good
that
you
should
be
subjected
to
such
things
.
”
“
Hot
tallow
on
the
back
,
perhaps
,
or
on
the
eyelids
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
Perhaps
on
other
portions
of
the
body
.
It
’
s
especially
effective
when
the
subject
doesn
’
t
know
where
the
tallow
will
fall
next
.
It
’
s
a
good
method
and
there
’
s
a
sort
of
beauty
in
the
pattern
of
pus
-
white
blisters
on
naked
skin
,
eh
,
Baron
?
”
“
Exquisite
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
and
his
voice
sounded
sour
.
Those
touching
fingers
!
Leto
watched
the
fat
hands
,
the
glittering
jewels
on
baby
-
fat
hands
—
their
compulsive
wandering
.
