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Feyd
-
Rautha
turned
,
faced
the
big
red
door
across
from
him
through
which
the
gladiator
would
emerge
.
The
special
gladiator
.
The
plan
Thufir
Hawat
had
devised
was
admirably
simple
and
direct
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
The
slave
would
not
be
drugged
—
that
was
the
danger
.
Instead
,
a
key
word
had
been
drummed
into
the
man
’
s
unconscious
to
immobilize
his
muscles
at
a
critical
instant
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
rolled
the
vital
word
in
his
mind
,
mouthing
it
without
sound
:
“
Scum
!
”
To
the
audience
,
it
would
appear
that
an
undrugged
slave
had
been
slipped
into
the
arena
to
kill
the
na
-
Baron
.
And
all
the
carefully
arranged
evidence
would
point
to
the
slavemaster
.
A
low
humming
arose
from
the
red
door
’
s
servo
-
motors
as
they
were
armed
for
opening
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
focused
all
his
awareness
on
the
door
.
This
first
moment
was
the
critical
one
.
The
appearance
of
the
gladiator
as
he
emerged
told
the
trained
eye
much
it
needed
to
know
.
All
gladiators
were
supposed
to
be
hyped
on
elacca
drug
to
come
out
kill
-
ready
in
fighting
stance
—
but
you
had
to
watch
how
they
hefted
the
knife
,
which
way
they
turned
in
defense
,
whether
they
were
actually
aware
of
the
audience
in
the
stands
.
The
way
a
slave
cocked
his
head
could
give
the
most
vital
clue
to
counter
and
feint
.
The
red
door
slammed
open
.
Out
charged
a
tall
,
muscular
man
with
shaved
head
and
darkly
pitted
eyes
.
His
skin
was
carrot
-
colored
as
it
should
be
from
the
elacca
drug
,
but
Feyd
-
Rautha
knew
the
color
was
paint
.
The
slave
wore
green
leotards
and
the
red
belt
of
a
semishield
—
the
belt
’
s
arrow
pointing
left
to
indicate
the
slave
’
s
left
side
was
shielded
.
He
held
his
knife
sword
-
fashion
,
cocked
slightly
outward
in
the
stance
of
a
trained
fighter
.
Slowly
,
he
advanced
into
the
arena
,
turning
his
shielded
side
toward
Feyd
-
Rautha
and
the
group
at
the
pru
-
door
.
“
I
like
not
the
look
of
this
one
,
”
said
one
of
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
barb
-
men
.
“
Are
you
sure
he
’
s
drugged
,
m
’
Lord
?
”
