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And
the
Baron
thought
:
Let
us
see
now
how
the
Emperor
’
s
errand
boy
gets
across
whatever
message
he
carries
without
ever
being
so
crass
as
to
speak
it
right
out
.
The
Count
spoke
to
his
lady
:
“
Um
-
m
-
m
-
m
-
ah
-
h
-
h
-
hm
-
m
-
m
,
you
mm
-
m
will
ah
-
h
-
h
excuse
us
,
my
dear
?
”
“
Each
day
,
some
time
each
hour
,
brings
change
,
”
she
said
.
“
Mm
-
m
-
m
-
m
.
”
And
she
smiled
sweetly
at
the
Baron
before
turning
away
.
Her
long
skirts
swished
and
she
walked
with
a
straight
-
backed
regal
stride
toward
the
double
doors
at
the
end
of
the
hall
.
The
Baron
noted
how
all
conversation
among
the
Houses
Minor
there
stopped
at
her
approach
,
how
the
eyes
followed
her
.
Bene
Gesserit
!
the
Baron
thought
.
The
universe
would
be
better
rid
of
them
all
!
“
There
’
s
a
cone
of
silence
between
two
of
the
pillars
over
here
on
our
left
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
We
can
talk
there
without
fear
of
being
overheard
.
”
He
led
the
way
with
his
waddling
gait
into
the
sound
-
deadening
field
,
feeling
the
noises
of
the
keep
become
dull
and
distant
.
The
Count
moved
up
beside
the
Baron
,
and
they
turned
,
facing
the
wall
so
their
lips
could
not
be
read
.
“
We
’
re
not
satisfied
with
the
way
you
ordered
the
Sardaukar
off
Arrakis
,
”
the
Count
said
.
Straight
talk
!
the
Baron
thought
.
