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I
must
not
lose
face
before
my
men
,
the
Baron
thought
.
“
So
?
”
It
was
a
coldly
controlled
word
,
and
the
Baron
felt
proud
of
it
.
“
My
Emperor
has
charged
me
to
make
certain
his
royal
cousin
dies
cleanly
without
agony
,
”
the
colonel
bashar
said
.
“
Such
were
the
Imperial
orders
to
me
,
”
the
Baron
lied
.
“
Did
you
think
I
’
d
disobey
?
”
“
I
’
m
to
report
to
my
Emperor
what
I
see
with
my
own
eyes
,
”
the
Sardaukar
said
.
“
The
Duke
’
s
already
dead
,
”
the
Baron
snapped
,
and
he
waved
a
hand
to
dismiss
the
fellow
.
The
colonel
bashar
remained
planted
facing
the
Baron
.
Not
by
flicker
of
eye
or
muscle
did
he
acknowledge
he
had
been
dismissed
.
“
How
?
”
he
growled
.
Really
!
the
Baron
thought
.
This
is
too
much
.
“
By
his
own
hand
,
if
you
must
know
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
He
took
poison
.
”
“
I
will
see
the
body
now
,
”
the
colonel
Bashar
said
.
