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The
Baron
scowled
,
seeing
the
way
Feyd
-
Rautha
turned
to
him
.
Languidly
,
controlling
his
rage
with
difficulty
,
the
Baron
waved
his
hand
toward
the
young
man
standing
in
the
arena
beside
the
sprawled
body
of
the
slave
.
Give
the
boy
a
head
.
He
earned
it
by
exposing
the
slavemaster
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
saw
the
signal
of
agreement
,
thought
:
They
think
they
honor
me
.
Let
them
see
what
I
think
!
He
saw
his
handlers
approaching
with
a
saw
-
knife
to
do
the
honors
,
waved
them
back
,
repeated
the
gesture
as
they
hesitated
.
They
think
they
honor
me
with
just
a
head
!
he
thought
.
He
bent
and
crossed
the
gladiator
’
s
hands
around
the
protruding
knife
handle
,
then
removed
the
knife
and
placed
it
in
the
limp
hands
.
It
was
done
in
an
instant
,
and
he
straightened
,
beckoned
his
handlers
.
“
Bury
this
slave
intact
with
his
knife
in
his
hands
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
man
earned
it
.
”
In
the
golden
box
,
Count
Fenring
leaned
close
to
the
Baron
,
said
:
“
A
grand
gesture
,
that
—
true
bravura
.
Your
nephew
has
style
as
well
as
courage
.
”
“
He
insults
the
crowd
by
refusing
the
head
,
”
the
Baron
muttered
.
“
Not
at
all
,
”
Lady
Fenring
said
.
She
turned
,
looking
up
at
the
tiers
around
them
.
And
the
Baron
noted
the
line
of
her
neck
—
a
truly
lovely
flowing
of
muscles
—
like
a
young
boy
’
s
.
“
They
like
what
your
nephew
did
,
”
she
said
.
