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“
I
have
little
to
do
with
how
you
’
ll
meet
tomorrow
,
Gurney
Halleck
.
I
can
only
help
you
meet
today
.
”
“
Then
I
’
ll
accept
that
help
and
stay
until
the
day
you
tell
me
to
revenge
your
father
and
all
the
others
who
—
”
“
Listen
to
me
,
fighting
man
,
”
Tuek
said
.
He
leaned
forward
over
his
desk
,
his
shoulders
level
with
his
ears
,
eyes
intent
.
The
smuggler
’
s
face
was
suddenly
like
weathered
stone
.
“
My
father
’
s
water
—
I
’
ll
buy
that
back
myself
,
with
my
own
blade
.
”
Halleck
stared
back
at
Tuek
.
In
that
moment
,
the
smuggler
reminded
him
of
Duke
Leto
:
a
leader
of
men
,
courageous
,
secure
in
his
own
position
and
his
own
course
.
He
was
like
the
Duke
.
.
.
before
Arrakis
.
“
Do
you
wish
my
blade
beside
you
?
”
Halleck
asked
.
Tuek
sat
back
,
relaxed
,
studying
Halleck
silently
.
“
Do
you
think
of
me
as
fighting
man
?
”
Halleck
pressed
.
“
You
’
re
the
only
one
of
the
Duke
’
s
lieutenants
to
escape
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
Your
enemy
was
overwhelming
,
yet
you
rolled
with
him
.
.
.
.
You
defeated
him
the
way
we
defeat
Arrakis
.
”
“
Eh
?
”
