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“
Yes
.
Well
,
to
business
.
I
suspect
the
Duke
had
something
in
his
mouth
.
You
will
find
out
what
that
something
was
,
how
it
was
used
,
who
helped
him
put
it
there
.
You
’
ll
take
every
precaution
—
”
He
broke
off
,
his
chain
of
thought
shattered
by
a
disturbance
in
the
corridor
behind
him
—
guards
at
the
door
to
the
lift
from
the
lower
levels
of
the
frigate
trying
to
hold
back
a
tall
colonel
bashar
who
had
just
emerged
from
the
lift
.
The
Baron
couldn
’
t
place
the
colonel
bashar
’
s
face
:
thin
with
mouth
like
a
slash
in
leather
,
twin
ink
spots
for
eyes
.
“
Get
your
hands
off
me
,
you
pack
of
carrion
-
eaters
!
”
the
man
roared
,
and
he
dashed
the
guards
aside
.
Ah
-
h
-
h
,
one
of
the
Sardaukar
,
the
Baron
thought
.
The
colonel
bashar
came
striding
toward
the
Baron
,
whose
eyes
went
to
slits
of
apprehension
.
The
Sardaukar
officers
filled
him
with
unease
.
They
all
seemed
to
look
like
relatives
of
the
Duke
.
.
.
the
late
Duke
.
And
their
manners
with
the
Baron
!
The
colonel
bashar
planted
himself
half
a
pace
in
front
of
the
Baron
,
hands
on
hips
.
The
guard
hovered
behind
him
in
twitching
uncertainty
.
The
Baron
noted
the
absence
of
salute
,
the
disdain
in
the
Sardaukar
’
s
manner
,
and
his
unease
grew
.
There
was
only
the
one
legion
of
them
locally
—
ten
brigades
—
reinforcing
the
Harkonnen
legions
,
but
the
Baron
did
not
fool
himself
.
That
one
legion
was
perfectly
capable
of
turning
on
the
Harkonnens
and
overcoming
them
.
“
Tell
your
men
they
are
not
to
prevent
me
from
seeing
you
,
Baron
,
”
the
Sardaukar
growled
.
“
My
men
brought
you
the
Atreides
Duke
before
I
could
discuss
his
fate
with
you
.
We
will
discuss
it
now
.
”
