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A
ship
-
type
bucket
seat
emerged
from
the
wall
beside
the
screens
and
Halleck
sank
onto
it
with
a
sigh
,
feeling
his
weariness
.
He
could
see
his
own
reflection
now
in
a
dark
surface
beside
the
smuggler
and
scowled
at
the
lines
of
fatigue
in
his
lumpy
face
.
The
inkvine
scar
along
his
jaw
writhed
with
the
scowl
.
Halleck
turned
from
his
reflection
,
stared
at
Tuek
.
He
saw
the
family
resemblance
in
the
smuggler
now
—
the
father
’
s
heavy
,
overhanging
eyebrows
and
rock
planes
of
cheeks
and
nose
.
“
Your
men
tell
me
your
father
is
dead
,
killed
by
the
Harkonnens
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
By
the
Harkonnens
or
by
a
traitor
among
your
people
,
”
Tuek
said
.
Anger
overcame
part
of
Halleck
’
s
fatigue
.
He
straightened
,
said
:
“
Can
you
name
the
traitor
?
”
“
We
are
not
sure
.
”
“
Thufir
Hawat
suspected
the
Lady
Jessica
.
”
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
,
the
Bene
Gesserit
witch
.
.
.
perhaps
.
But
Hawat
is
now
a
Harkonnen
captive
.
”
“
I
heard
,
”
Halleck
took
a
deep
breath
.
“
It
appears
we
’
ve
a
deal
more
killing
ahead
of
us
.
”
“
We
will
do
nothing
to
attract
attention
to
us
,
”
Tuek
said
.
