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“
We
will
woo
Hawat
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
We
will
hide
him
from
the
Sardaukar
.
And
we
will
hold
in
reserve
.
.
.
the
withdrawal
of
the
antidote
for
the
poison
.
There
’
s
no
way
of
removing
the
residual
poison
.
And
,
Nefud
,
Hawat
need
never
suspect
.
The
antidote
will
not
betray
itself
to
a
poison
snooper
.
Hawat
can
scan
his
food
as
he
pleases
and
detect
no
trace
of
poison
.
”
Nefud
’
s
eyes
opened
wide
with
understanding
.
“
The
absence
of
a
thing
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
“
this
can
be
as
deadly
as
the
presence
.
The
absence
of
air
,
eh
?
The
absence
of
water
?
The
absence
of
anything
else
we
’
re
addicted
to
.
”
The
Baron
nodded
.
“
You
understand
me
,
Nefud
?
”
Nefud
swallowed
.
“
Yes
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
“
Then
get
busy
.
Find
the
Sardaukar
commander
and
set
things
in
motion
.
”
“
At
once
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
Nefud
bowed
,
turned
,
and
hurried
away
.
Hawat
by
my
side
!
the
Baron
thought
.
The
Sardaukar
will
give
him
to
me
.
If
they
suspect
anything
at
all
it
’
s
that
I
wish
to
destroy
the
Mentat
.
And
this
suspicion
I
’
ll
confirm
!
The
fools
!
One
of
the
most
formidable
Mentats
in
all
history
,
a
Mentat
trained
to
kill
,
and
they
’
ll
toss
him
to
me
like
some
silly
toy
to
be
broken
.
I
will
show
them
what
use
can
be
made
of
such
a
toy
.
The
Baron
reached
beneath
a
drapery
beside
his
suspensor
bed
,
pressed
a
button
to
summon
his
older
nephew
,
Rabban
.
He
sat
back
,
smiling
.
