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“
My
dear
Rabban
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
He
released
the
doorfield
,
but
pointedly
kept
his
body
shield
at
full
strength
,
knowing
that
the
shimmer
of
it
would
be
visible
above
the
bedside
glowglobe
.
“
You
summoned
me
,
”
Rabban
said
.
He
stepped
into
the
room
,
flicked
a
glance
past
the
air
disturbance
of
the
body
shield
,
searched
for
a
suspensor
chair
,
found
none
.
“
Stand
closer
where
I
can
see
you
easily
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
Rabban
advanced
another
step
,
thinking
that
the
damnable
old
man
had
deliberately
removed
all
chairs
,
forcing
a
visitor
to
stand
.
“
The
Atreides
are
dead
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
The
last
of
them
.
That
’
s
why
I
summoned
you
here
to
Arrakis
.
This
planet
is
again
yours
.
”
Rabban
blinked
.
“
But
I
thought
you
were
going
to
advance
Piter
de
Vries
to
the
—
”
“
Piter
,
too
,
is
dead
.
”
“
Piter
?
”
“
Piter
.
”
The
Baron
reactivated
the
doorfield
,
blanked
it
against
all
energy
penetration
.
