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Steadily
,
the
na
-
Baron
moved
backward
,
turning
to
the
right
,
his
second
barb
ready
.
The
slave
danced
sideways
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
appeared
to
stumble
,
heard
the
scream
from
the
galleries
.
Again
,
the
slave
pounced
.
Gods
,
what
a
fighting
man
!
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
as
he
leaped
aside
.
Only
youth
’
s
quickness
saved
him
,
but
he
left
the
second
barb
buried
in
the
deltoid
muscle
of
the
slave
’
s
right
arm
.
Shrill
cheers
rained
from
the
galleries
.
They
cheer
me
now
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
He
heard
the
wildness
in
the
voices
just
as
Hawat
had
said
he
would
.
They
’
d
never
cheered
a
family
fighter
that
way
before
.
And
he
thought
with
an
edge
of
grimness
on
a
thing
Hawat
had
told
him
:
“
It
’
s
easier
to
be
terrified
by
an
enemy
you
admire
.
”
Swiftly
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
retreated
to
the
center
of
the
arena
where
all
could
see
clearly
.
He
drew
his
long
blade
,
crouched
and
waited
for
the
advancing
slave
.
The
man
took
only
the
time
to
lash
the
second
barb
tight
to
his
arm
,
then
sped
in
pursuit
.
Let
the
family
see
me
do
this
thing
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
I
am
their
enemy
:
let
them
think
of
me
as
they
see
me
now
.
He
drew
his
short
blade
.
“
I
do
not
fear
you
,
Harkonnen
swine
,
”
the
gladiator
said
.
“
Your
tortures
cannot
hurt
a
dead
man
.
I
can
be
dead
on
my
own
blade
before
a
handler
lays
finger
to
my
flesh
.
And
I
’
ll
have
you
dead
beside
me
!
”
