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“
Consult
my
quartermaster
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
Drisq
is
his
name
.
Tell
him
it
’
s
my
wish
that
you
receive
every
courtesy
.
I
’
ll
join
you
myself
presently
.
I
’
ve
some
off
-
shipments
of
spice
to
see
to
first
.
”
“
Fortune
passes
everywhere
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
Everywhere
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
A
time
of
upset
is
a
rare
opportunity
for
our
business
.
”
Halleck
nodded
,
heard
the
faint
sussuration
and
felt
the
air
shift
as
a
lockport
swung
open
beside
him
.
He
turned
,
ducked
through
it
and
out
of
the
office
.
He
found
himself
in
the
assembly
hall
through
which
he
and
his
men
had
been
led
by
Tuek
’
s
aides
.
It
was
a
long
,
fairly
narrow
area
chewed
out
of
the
native
rock
,
it
’
s
smooth
surface
betraying
the
use
of
cutteray
burners
for
the
job
.
The
ceiling
stretched
away
high
enough
to
continue
the
natural
supporting
curve
of
the
rock
and
to
permit
internal
air
-
convection
currents
.
Weapons
racks
and
lockers
lined
the
walls
.
Halleck
noted
with
a
touch
of
pride
that
those
of
his
men
still
able
to
stand
were
standing
—
no
relaxation
in
weariness
and
defeat
for
them
.
Smuggler
medics
were
moving
among
them
tending
the
wounded
.
Litter
cases
were
assembled
in
one
area
down
to
the
left
,
each
wounded
man
with
an
Atreides
companion
.
The
Atreides
training
—
“
We
care
for
our
own
!
”
—
it
held
like
a
core
of
native
rock
in
them
,
Halleck
noted
.
One
of
his
lieutenants
stepped
forward
carrying
Halleck
’
s
nine
-
string
baliset
out
of
its
case
.
The
man
snapped
a
salute
,
said
:
“
Sir
,
the
medics
here
say
there
’
s
no
hope
for
Mattai
.
They
have
no
bone
and
organ
banks
here
—
only
outpost
medicine
.
Mattai
can
’
t
last
,
they
say
,
and
he
has
a
request
of
you
.
”
