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Let
him
sweat
a
little
,
the
Baron
thought
.
One
must
always
keep
the
tools
of
statecraft
sharp
and
ready
.
Power
and
fear
—
sharp
and
ready
.
“
Have
you
seen
their
bodies
?
”
the
Baron
rumbled
.
Nefud
hesitated
.
“
Well
?
”
“
M
‘
Lord
.
.
.
they
were
seen
to
dive
into
a
sandstorm
.
.
.
winds
over
eight
hundred
kilometers
.
Nothing
survives
such
a
storm
,
m
’
Lord
.
Nothing
!
One
of
our
own
craft
was
destroyed
in
the
pursuit
.
”
The
Baron
stared
at
Nefud
,
noting
the
nervous
twitch
in
the
scissors
line
of
the
man
’
s
jaw
muscles
,
the
way
the
chin
moved
as
Nefud
swallowed
.
“
You
have
seen
the
bodies
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
M
’
Lord
—
”
“
For
what
purpose
do
you
come
here
rattling
your
armor
?
”
the
Baron
roared
.
“
To
tell
me
a
thing
is
certain
when
it
is
not
?
Do
you
think
I
’
ll
praise
you
for
such
stupidity
,
give
you
another
promotion
?
”
