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Jessica
put
all
the
royal
arrogance
at
her
command
into
her
manner
and
voice
.
Reply
was
urgent
,
but
she
had
not
heard
enough
of
this
man
to
be
certain
she
had
a
register
on
his
culture
and
weaknesses
.
“
Who
comes
on
us
like
criminals
out
of
the
night
?
”
she
demanded
.
The
burnoose
-
hooded
head
showed
tension
in
a
sudden
twist
,
then
slow
relaxation
that
revealed
much
.
The
man
had
good
control
.
Paul
shifted
away
from
his
mother
to
separate
them
as
targets
and
give
each
of
them
a
clearer
arena
of
action
.
The
hooded
head
turned
at
Paul
’
s
movement
,
opening
a
wedge
of
face
to
moonlight
.
Jessica
saw
a
sharp
nose
,
one
glinting
eye
—
dark
,
so
dark
the
eye
,
without
any
white
in
it
—
a
heavy
brown
and
upturned
mustache
.
“
A
likely
cub
,
”
the
man
said
.
“
If
you
’
re
fugitives
from
the
Harkonnens
,
it
may
be
you
’
re
welcome
among
us
.
What
is
it
,
boy
?
”
The
possibilities
flashed
through
Paul
’
s
mind
:
A
trick
?
A
fact
?
Immediate
decision
was
needed
.
“
Why
should
you
welcome
fugitives
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
A
child
who
thinks
and
speaks
like
a
man
,
”
the
tall
man
said
.
“
Well
,
now
,
to
answer
your
question
,
my
young
wali
,
I
am
one
who
does
not
pay
the
fai
,
the
water
tribute
,
to
the
Harkonnens
.
That
is
why
I
might
welcome
a
fugitive
.
”
