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“
You
’
ll
come
out
of
this
a
hero
,
”
Hawat
had
said
.
“
Killed
your
gladiator
man
to
man
and
in
spite
of
treachery
.
The
slavemaster
will
be
executed
and
your
man
will
step
into
his
spot
.
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
advanced
another
five
paces
into
the
arena
,
playing
out
the
moment
,
studying
the
slave
.
Already
,
he
knew
,
the
experts
in
the
stands
above
him
were
aware
that
something
was
wrong
.
The
gladiator
had
the
correct
skin
color
for
a
drugged
man
,
but
he
stood
his
ground
and
did
not
tremble
.
The
aficionados
would
be
whispering
among
themselves
now
:
“
See
how
he
stands
.
He
should
be
agitated
—
attacking
or
retreating
.
See
how
he
conserves
his
strength
,
how
he
waits
.
He
should
not
wait
.
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
felt
his
own
excitement
kindle
.
Let
there
be
treachery
in
Hawat
’
s
mind
,
he
thought
.
I
can
handle
this
slave
.
And
it
’
s
my
long
knife
that
carries
the
poison
this
time
,
not
the
short
one
.
Even
Hawat
doesn
’
t
know
that
.
“
Hai
,
Harkonnen
!
”
the
slave
called
.
“
Are
you
prepared
to
die
?
”
Deathly
stillness
gripped
the
arena
.
Slaves
did
not
issue
the
challenge
!
Now
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
had
a
clear
view
of
the
gladiator
’
s
eyes
,
saw
the
cold
ferocity
of
despair
in
them
.
He
marked
the
way
the
man
stood
,
loose
and
ready
,
muscles
prepared
for
victory
.
The
slave
grapevine
had
carried
Hawat
’
s
message
to
this
one
:
“
You
’
ll
get
a
true
chance
to
kill
the
na
-
Baron
.
”
That
much
of
the
scheme
was
as
they
’
d
planned
it
,
then
.
A
tight
smile
crossed
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
mouth
.
He
lifted
the
barbs
,
seeing
success
for
his
plans
in
the
way
the
gladiator
stood
.
“
Hai
!
Hai
!
”
the
slave
challenged
,
and
crept
forward
two
steps
.
