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“
It
’
s
the
Emperor
’
s
sincere
hope
he
’
ll
never
have
to
charge
you
with
treason
,
”
the
Count
said
.
The
Baron
found
it
difficult
to
keep
irony
out
of
his
voice
and
permit
only
the
expression
of
hurt
,
but
he
managed
.
“
I
’
ve
been
a
most
loyal
subject
.
These
words
hurt
me
beyond
my
capacity
to
express
.
”
“
Um
-
m
-
m
-
m
-
ah
-
hm
-
m
-
m
,
”
said
the
Count
.
The
Baron
kept
his
back
to
the
Count
,
nodding
.
Presently
he
said
,
“
It
’
s
time
to
go
to
the
arena
.
”
“
Indeed
,
”
said
the
Count
.
They
moved
out
of
the
cone
of
silence
and
,
side
by
side
,
walked
toward
the
clumps
of
Houses
Minor
at
the
end
of
the
hall
.
A
bell
began
a
slow
tolling
somewhere
in
the
keep
—
twenty
-
minute
warning
for
the
arena
gathering
.
“
The
Houses
Minor
wait
for
you
to
lead
them
,
”
the
Count
said
,
nodding
toward
the
people
they
approached
.
Double
meaning
.
.
.
double
meaning
,
the
Baron
thought
.
He
looked
up
at
the
new
talismans
flanking
the
exit
to
his
hall
—
the
mounted
bull
’
s
head
and
the
oil
painting
of
the
Old
Duke
Atreides
,
the
late
Duke
Leto
’
s
father
.
They
filled
the
Baron
with
an
odd
sense
of
foreboding
,
and
he
wondered
what
thoughts
these
talismans
had
inspired
in
the
Duke
Leto
as
they
hung
in
the
halls
of
Caladan
and
then
on
Arrakis
—
the
bravura
father
and
the
head
of
the
bull
that
had
killed
him
.
“
Mankind
has
ah
only
one
mm
-
m
-
m
science
,
”
the
Count
said
as
they
picked
up
their
parade
of
followers
and
emerged
from
the
hall
into
the
waiting
room
—
a
narrow
space
with
high
windows
and
floor
of
patterned
white
and
purple
tile
.
