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“
So
the
witch
is
dead
then
.
.
.
all
dead
.
”
Tuek
nodded
.
“
And
Beast
Rabban
,
so
they
say
,
will
sit
once
more
in
the
seat
of
power
here
on
Dune
.
”
“
The
Count
Rabban
of
Lankiveil
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
It
took
Halleck
a
moment
to
put
down
the
upsurge
of
rage
that
threatened
to
overcome
him
.
He
spoke
with
panting
breath
:
“
I
’
ve
a
score
of
my
own
against
Rabban
.
I
owe
him
for
the
lives
of
my
family
.
.
.
.
”
He
rubbed
at
the
scar
along
his
jaw
.
“
.
.
.
and
for
this
.
.
.
.
”
“
One
does
not
risk
everything
to
settle
a
score
prematurely
,
”
Tuek
said
.
He
frowned
,
watching
the
play
of
muscles
along
Halleck
’
s
jaw
,
the
sudden
withdrawal
in
the
man
’
s
shed
-
lidded
eyes
.
“
I
know
.
.
.
I
know
.
”
Halleck
took
a
deep
breath
.
“
You
and
your
men
can
work
out
your
passage
off
Arrakis
by
serving
with
us
.
There
are
many
places
to
—
”
“
I
release
my
men
from
any
bond
to
me
;
they
can
choose
for
themselves
.
With
Rabban
here
—
I
stay
.
