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“
Where
else
would
the
Emperor
have
found
a
House
to
provide
the
disguising
uniforms
to
hide
his
hand
in
this
matter
?
”
“
He
has
asked
himself
the
same
question
,
Baron
,
but
with
a
slightly
different
emphasis
.
”
The
Baron
studied
Fenring
,
noting
the
stiffness
of
jaw
muscles
,
the
careful
control
.
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
,
now
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
I
hope
the
Emperor
doesn
’
t
believe
he
can
move
against
me
in
total
secrecy
.
”
“
He
hopes
it
won
’
t
become
necessary
.
”
“
The
Emperor
cannot
believe
I
threaten
him
!
”
The
Baron
permitted
anger
and
grief
to
edge
his
voice
,
thinking
:
Let
him
wrong
me
in
that
!
I
could
place
myself
on
the
throne
while
still
beating
my
breast
over
how
I
’
d
been
wronged
.
The
Count
’
s
voice
went
dry
and
remote
as
he
said
:
“
The
Emperor
believes
what
his
senses
tell
him
.
”
“
Dare
the
Emperor
charge
me
with
treason
before
a
full
Landstraad
Council
?
”
And
the
Baron
held
his
breath
with
the
hope
of
it
.
“
The
Emperor
need
dare
nothing
.
”
The
Baron
whirled
away
in
his
suspensors
to
hide
his
expression
.
It
could
happen
in
my
lifetime
!
he
thought
.
Emperor
!
Let
him
wrong
me
!
Then
—
the
bribes
and
coercion
,
the
rallying
of
the
Great
Houses
:
they
’
d
flock
to
my
banner
like
peasants
running
for
shelter
.
The
thing
they
fear
above
all
else
is
the
Emperor
’
s
Sardaukar
loosed
upon
them
one
House
at
a
time
.
