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The
man
stopped
in
front
of
the
Baron
,
saluted
.
“
Corridor
’
s
clear
,
m
’
Lord
.
I
was
outside
watching
and
saw
that
it
must
be
poison
gas
.
Ventilators
in
your
room
were
pulling
air
in
from
these
corridors
.
”
He
glanced
up
at
the
snooper
over
the
Baron
’
s
head
.
“
None
of
the
stuff
escaped
.
We
have
the
room
cleaned
out
now
.
What
are
your
orders
?
”
The
Baron
recognized
the
man
’
s
voice
—
the
one
who
’
d
been
shouting
orders
.
Efficient
,
this
corporal
,
he
thought
.
“
They
’
re
all
dead
in
there
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Yes
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
Well
,
we
must
adjust
,
the
Baron
thought
.
“
First
,
”
he
said
,
“
let
me
congratulate
you
,
Nefud
.
You
’
re
the
new
captain
of
my
guard
.
And
I
hope
you
’
ll
take
to
heart
the
lesson
to
be
learned
from
the
fate
of
your
predecessor
.
”
The
Baron
watched
the
awareness
grow
in
his
newly
promoted
guardsman
.
Nefud
knew
he
’
d
never
again
be
without
his
semuta
.
Nefud
nodded
.
“
My
Lord
knows
I
’
ll
devote
myself
entirely
to
his
safety
.
”
