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“
The
way
you
came
at
me
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Would
you
really
have
drawn
my
blood
?
”
Halleck
withdrew
the
kindjal
,
straightened
.
“
If
you
’
d
fought
one
whit
beneath
your
abilities
,
I
’
d
have
scratched
you
a
good
one
,
a
scar
you
’
d
remember
.
I
’
ll
not
have
my
favorite
pupil
fall
to
the
first
Harkonnen
tramp
who
happens
along
.
”
Paul
deactivated
his
shield
,
leaned
on
the
table
to
catch
his
breath
.
“
I
deserved
that
,
Gurney
.
But
it
would
’
ve
angered
my
father
if
you
’
d
hurt
me
.
I
’
ll
not
have
you
punished
for
my
failing
.
”
“
As
to
that
,
”
Halleck
said
,
“
it
was
my
failing
,
too
.
And
you
needn
’
t
worry
about
a
training
scar
or
two
.
You
’
re
lucky
you
have
so
few
.
As
to
your
father
—
the
Duke
’
d
punish
me
only
if
I
failed
to
make
a
first
-
class
fighting
man
out
of
you
.
And
I
’
d
have
been
failing
there
if
I
hadn
’
t
explained
the
fallacy
in
this
mood
thing
you
’
ve
suddenly
developed
.
”
Paul
straightened
,
slipped
his
bodkin
back
into
its
wrist
sheath
.
“
It
’
s
not
exactly
play
we
do
here
,
”
Halleck
said
.
Paul
nodded
.
He
felt
a
sense
of
wonder
at
the
uncharacteristic
seriousness
in
Halleck
’
s
manner
,
the
sobering
intensity
.
He
looked
at
the
beet
-
colored
inkvine
scar
on
the
man
’
s
jaw
,
remembering
the
story
of
how
it
had
been
put
there
by
Beast
Rabban
in
a
Harkonnen
slave
pit
on
Giedi
Prime
.
And
Paul
felt
a
sudden
shame
that
he
had
doubted
Halleck
even
for
an
instant
.
It
occurred
to
Paul
,
then
,
that
the
making
of
Halleck
’
s
scar
had
been
accompanied
by
pain
—
a
pain
as
intense
,
perhaps
,
as
that
inflicted
by
a
Reverend
Mother
.
He
thrust
this
thought
aside
;
it
chilled
their
world
.
“
I
guess
I
did
hope
for
some
play
today
,
”
Paul
said
.
