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The
sounds
of
agony
coming
through
the
door
behind
him
gnawed
at
the
Duke
’
s
nerves
.
Who
is
it
they
caught
?
he
wondered
.
Could
it
have
been
Idaho
?
“
Believe
me
,
cher
cousin
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
I
do
not
want
it
to
come
to
this
.
”
“
You
think
of
nerve
couriers
racing
to
summon
help
that
cannot
come
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
There
’
s
an
artistry
in
this
,
you
know
.
”
“
You
’
re
a
superb
artist
,
”
the
Baron
growled
.
“
Now
,
have
the
decency
to
be
silent
.
”
Leto
suddenly
recalled
a
thing
Gurney
Halleck
had
said
once
,
seeing
a
picture
of
the
Baron
:
“
‘
And
I
stood
upon
the
sand
of
the
sea
and
saw
a
beast
rise
up
out
of
the
sea
.
.
.
and
upon
his
heads
the
name
of
blasphemy
.
’
”
“
We
waste
time
,
Baron
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
Perhaps
.
”
The
Baron
nodded
.
“
You
know
,
my
dear
Leto
,
you
’
ll
tell
us
in
the
end
where
they
are
.
There
’
s
a
level
of
pain
that
’
ll
buy
you
.
”
He
’
s
most
likely
correct
,
Leto
thought
.
Were
if
not
for
the
tooth
.
.
.
and
the
fact
that
I
truly
don
’
t
know
where
they
are
.
The
Baron
picked
up
a
sliver
of
meat
,
pressed
the
morsel
into
his
mouth
,
chewed
slowly
,
swallowed
.
