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“
Feyd
!
”
the
Baron
said
.
And
he
thought
:
That
imp
!
Does
he
want
this
deadly
Count
to
call
him
out
?
But
the
Count
only
smiled
and
said
:
“
Hm
-
m
-
m
-
m
-
um
-
m
-
m
.
”
“
You
really
must
be
getting
ready
for
the
arena
,
Feyd
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
You
must
be
rested
and
not
take
any
foolish
risks
.
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
bowed
,
his
face
dark
with
resentment
.
“
I
’
m
sure
everything
will
be
as
you
wish
,
Uncle
.
”
He
nodded
to
Count
Fenring
.
“
Sir
.
”
To
the
lady
:
“
My
Lady
.
”
And
he
turned
,
strode
out
of
the
hall
,
barely
glancing
at
the
knot
of
Families
Minor
near
the
double
doors
.
“
He
’
s
so
young
,
”
the
Baron
sighed
.
“
Um
-
m
-
m
-
m
-
ah
indeed
hmmm
,
”
the
Count
said
.
And
the
Lady
Fenring
thought
:
Can
that
be
the
young
man
the
Reverend
Mother
meant
?
Is
that
a
bloodline
we
must
preserve
?
“
We
’
ve
more
than
an
hour
before
going
to
the
arena
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
Perhaps
we
could
have
our
little
talk
now
,
Count
Fenring
.
”
He
tipped
his
gross
head
to
the
right
.
“
There
’
s
a
considerable
amount
of
progress
to
be
discussed
.
”
