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In
spite
of
frustration
,
there
was
for
Feyd
-
Rautha
a
measure
of
admiration
for
the
effort
this
slave
had
managed
in
overcoming
the
paralysis
to
do
this
thing
to
himself
.
With
the
admiration
came
the
realization
that
here
was
truly
a
thing
to
fear
.
That
which
makes
a
man
superhuman
is
terrifying
.
As
he
focused
on
this
thought
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
became
conscious
of
the
eruption
of
noise
from
the
stands
and
galleries
around
him
.
They
were
cheering
with
utter
abandon
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
turned
,
looking
up
at
them
.
All
were
cheering
except
the
Baron
,
who
sat
with
hand
to
chin
in
deep
contemplation
—
and
the
Count
and
his
lady
,
both
of
whom
were
staring
down
at
him
,
their
faces
masked
by
smiles
.
Count
Fenring
turned
to
his
lady
,
said
:
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
-
um
-
m
-
m
,
a
resourceful
um
-
m
-
m
-
m
young
man
.
Eh
,
mm
-
m
-
m
-
ah
,
my
dear
?
”
“
His
ah
-
h
-
h
synaptic
responses
are
very
swift
,
”
she
said
.
The
Baron
looked
at
her
,
at
the
Count
,
returned
his
attention
to
the
arena
,
thinking
:
If
someone
could
get
that
close
to
one
of
mine
!
Rage
began
to
replace
his
fear
.
I
’
ll
have
the
slavemaster
dead
over
a
slow
fire
this
night
.
.
.
and
if
this
Count
and
his
lady
had
a
hand
in
it
.
.
.
.
The
conversation
in
the
Baron
’
s
box
was
remote
movement
to
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
the
voices
drowned
in
the
foot
-
stamping
chant
that
came
now
from
all
around
:
“
Head
!
Head
!
Head
!
Head
!
”
