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At
the
key
word
,
the
gladiator
’
s
muscles
obeyed
with
a
momentary
slackness
.
It
was
enough
for
Feyd
-
Rautha
.
He
opened
a
space
between
them
sufficient
for
the
long
blade
.
Its
poisoned
tip
flicked
out
,
drew
a
red
line
down
the
slave
’
s
chest
.
There
was
instant
agony
in
the
poison
.
The
man
disengaged
himself
,
staggered
backward
.
Now
,
let
my
dear
family
watch
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
Let
them
think
on
this
slave
who
tried
to
turn
the
knife
he
thought
poisoned
and
use
it
against
me
.
Let
them
wonder
how
a
gladiator
could
come
into
this
arena
ready
for
such
an
attempt
.
And
let
them
always
be
aware
they
cannot
know
for
sure
which
of
my
hands
carries
the
poison
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
stood
in
silence
,
watching
the
slowed
motions
of
the
slave
.
The
man
moved
within
a
hesitation
-
awareness
.
There
was
an
orthographic
thing
on
his
face
now
for
every
watcher
to
recognize
.
The
death
was
written
there
.
The
slave
knew
it
had
been
done
to
him
and
he
knew
how
it
had
been
done
.
The
wrong
blade
had
carried
the
poison
.
“
You
!
”
the
man
moaned
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
drew
back
to
give
death
its
space
.
The
paralyzing
drug
in
the
poison
had
yet
to
take
full
effect
,
but
the
man
’
s
slowness
told
of
its
advance
.
The
slave
staggered
forward
as
though
drawn
by
a
string
—
one
dragging
step
at
a
time
.
Each
step
was
the
only
step
in
his
universe
.
He
still
clutched
his
knife
,
but
its
point
wavered
.
“
One
day
.
.
.
one
.
.
.
of
us
.
.
.
will
.
.
.
get
.
.
.
you
,
”
he
gasped
.
A
sad
little
moue
contorted
his
mouth
.
He
sat
,
sagged
,
then
stiffened
and
rolled
away
from
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
face
down
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
advanced
in
the
silent
arena
,
put
a
toe
under
the
gladiator
and
rolled
him
onto
his
back
to
give
the
galleries
a
clear
view
of
the
face
when
the
poison
began
its
twisting
,
wrenching
work
on
the
muscles
.
But
the
gladiator
came
over
with
his
own
knife
,
protruding
from
his
breast
.
