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“
You
finally
tired
of
him
,
eh
?
”
Rabban
asked
.
His
voice
fell
flat
and
lifeless
in
the
energy
-
blanketed
room
.
“
I
will
say
a
thing
to
you
just
this
once
,
”
the
Baron
rumbled
.
“
You
insinuate
that
I
obliterated
Piter
as
one
obliterates
a
trifle
.
”
He
snapped
fat
fingers
.
“
Just
like
that
,
eh
?
I
am
not
so
stupid
,
Nephew
.
I
will
take
it
unkindly
if
ever
again
you
suggest
by
word
or
action
that
I
am
so
stupid
.
”
Fear
showed
in
the
squinting
of
Rabban
’
s
eyes
.
He
knew
within
certain
limits
how
far
the
old
Baron
would
go
against
family
.
Seldom
to
the
point
of
death
unless
there
were
outrageous
profit
or
provocation
in
it
.
But
family
punishments
could
be
painful
.
“
Forgive
me
,
m
’
Lord
Baron
,
”
Rabban
said
.
He
lowered
his
eyes
as
much
to
hide
his
own
anger
as
to
show
subservience
.
“
You
do
not
fool
me
,
Rabban
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
Rabban
kept
his
eyes
lowered
,
swallowed
.
“
I
make
a
point
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
Never
obliterate
a
man
unthinkingly
,
the
way
an
entire
fief
might
do
it
through
some
due
process
of
law
.
Always
do
it
for
an
overriding
purpose
—
and
know
your
purpose
!
”
Anger
spoke
in
Rabban
:
“
But
you
obliterated
the
traitor
,
Yueh
!
I
saw
his
body
being
carried
out
as
I
arrived
last
night
.
”
Rabban
stared
at
his
uncle
,
suddenly
frightened
by
the
sound
of
those
words
.
