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What
do
you
despise
?
By
this
are
you
truly
known
.
—
from
“
Manual
of
Muad
‘
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
“
THEY
ARE
dead
,
Baron
,
”
said
Iakin
Nefud
,
the
guard
captain
.
“
Both
the
woman
and
the
boy
are
certainly
dead
.
”
The
Baron
Vladimir
Harkonnen
sat
up
in
the
sleep
suspensors
of
his
private
quarters
.
Beyond
these
quarters
and
enclosing
him
like
a
multishelled
egg
stretched
the
space
frigate
he
had
grounded
on
Arrakis
.
Here
in
his
quarters
,
though
,
the
ship
’
s
harsh
metal
was
disguised
with
draperies
,
with
fabric
paddings
and
rare
art
objects
.
“
It
is
a
certainty
,
”
the
guard
captain
said
.
“
They
are
dead
.
”
The
Baron
shifted
his
gross
body
in
the
suspensors
,
focused
his
attention
on
an
ebaline
statue
of
a
leaping
boy
in
a
niche
across
the
room
.
Sleep
faded
from
him
.
He
straightened
the
padded
suspensor
beneath
the
fat
folds
of
his
neck
,
stared
across
the
single
glowglobe
of
his
bedchamber
to
the
doorway
where
Captain
Nefud
stood
blocked
by
the
pentashield
.
“
They
’
re
certainly
dead
,
Baron
,
”
the
man
repeated
.
The
Baron
noted
the
trace
of
semuta
dullness
in
Nefud
’
s
eyes
.
It
was
obvious
the
man
had
been
deep
within
the
drug
’
s
rapture
when
he
received
this
report
,
and
had
stopped
only
to
take
the
antidote
before
rushing
here
.
“
I
have
a
full
report
,
”
Nefud
said
.
