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“
He
could
walk
unarmed
and
unshielded
through
the
poorest
quarters
of
Harko
tonight
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
They
’
d
give
him
the
last
of
their
food
and
drink
just
for
his
company
.
”
The
Baron
pushed
himself
from
his
chair
,
settled
his
weight
into
his
suspensors
.
“
You
will
forgive
me
,
please
.
There
are
matters
that
require
my
immediate
attention
.
The
guard
will
see
you
to
the
keep
.
”
The
Count
arose
,
bowed
.
“
Certainly
,
Baron
.
We
’
re
looking
forward
to
the
fete
.
I
’
ve
ah
-
h
-
h
-
mm
-
m
-
m
never
seen
a
Harkonnen
fete
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
The
fete
.
”
He
turned
,
was
enveloped
by
guards
as
he
stepped
into
the
private
exit
from
the
box
.
A
guard
captain
bowed
to
Count
Fenring
.
“
Your
orders
,
my
Lord
?
”
“
We
will
ah
-
h
-
h
wait
for
the
worst
mm
-
m
-
m
crush
to
um
-
m
-
m
pass
,
”
the
Count
said
.
“
Yes
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
The
man
bowed
himself
back
three
paces
.
Count
Fenring
faced
his
lady
,
spoke
again
in
their
personal
humming
-
code
tongue
:
“
You
saw
it
,
of
course
?
”
In
the
same
humming
tongue
,
she
said
:
“
The
lad
knew
the
gladiator
wouldn
’
t
be
drugged
.
There
was
a
moment
of
fear
,
yes
,
but
no
surprise
.
”
“
It
was
planned
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
entire
performance
.
”
