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The
Baron
raised
his
gaze
to
the
ceiling
in
feigned
exasperation
while
his
thoughts
raced
.
Damnation
!
This
sharp
-
eyed
Sardaukar
will
see
the
room
before
a
thing
’
s
been
changed
!
“
Now
,
”
the
Sardaukar
growled
.
“
I
’
ll
see
it
with
my
own
eyes
.
”
There
was
no
preventing
it
,
the
Baron
realized
.
The
Sardaukar
would
see
all
.
He
’
d
know
the
Duke
had
killed
Harkonnen
men
.
.
.
that
the
Baron
most
likely
had
escaped
by
a
narrow
margin
.
There
was
the
evidence
of
the
dinner
remnants
on
the
table
,
and
the
dead
Duke
across
from
it
with
destruction
around
him
.
No
preventing
it
at
all
.
“
I
’
ll
not
be
put
off
,
”
the
colonel
bashar
snarled
.
“
You
’
re
not
being
put
off
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
and
he
stared
into
the
Sardaukar
’
s
obsidian
eyes
.
“
I
hide
nothing
from
my
Emperor
.
”
He
nodded
to
Nefud
.
“
The
colonel
bashar
is
to
see
everything
,
at
once
.
Take
him
in
by
the
door
where
you
stood
,
Nefud
.
”
“
This
way
,
sir
,
”
Nefud
said
.
Slowly
,
insolently
,
the
Sardaukar
moved
around
the
Baron
,
shouldered
a
way
through
the
guardsmen
.
Insufferable
,
the
Baron
thought
.
Now
,
the
Emperor
will
know
how
I
slipped
up
.
He
’
ll
recognize
it
as
a
sign
of
weakness
.
