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No
one
in
the
galleries
can
mistake
it
now
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
This
slave
should
have
been
partly
crippled
by
drug
-
induced
terror
.
Every
movement
should
have
betrayed
his
inner
knowledge
that
there
was
no
hope
for
him
—
he
could
not
win
.
He
should
have
been
filled
with
the
stories
of
the
poisons
the
na
-
Baron
chose
for
the
blade
in
his
white
-
gloved
hand
.
The
na
-
Baron
never
gave
quick
death
;
he
delighted
in
demonstrating
rare
poisons
,
could
stand
in
the
arena
pointing
out
interesting
side
effects
on
a
writhing
victim
.
There
was
fear
in
the
slave
,
yes
—
but
not
terror
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
lifted
the
barbs
high
,
nodded
in
an
almost
-
greeting
.
The
gladiator
pounced
.
His
feint
and
defensive
counter
were
as
good
as
any
Feyd
-
Rautha
had
ever
seen
.
A
timed
side
blow
missed
by
the
barest
fraction
from
severing
the
tendons
of
the
na
-
Baron
’
s
left
leg
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
danced
away
,
leaving
a
barbed
shaft
in
the
slave
’
s
right
forearm
,
the
hooks
completely
buried
in
flesh
where
the
man
could
not
withdraw
thim
without
ripping
tendons
.
A
concerted
gasp
lifted
from
the
galleries
.
The
sound
filled
Feyd
-
Rautha
with
elation
.
