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No
woman
,
no
man
,
no
child
ever
was
deeply
intimate
with
my
father
.
The
closest
anyone
ever
came
to
casual
cameraderie
with
the
Padishah
Emperor
was
the
relationship
offered
by
Count
Hasimir
Fenring
,
a
companion
from
childhood
.
The
measure
of
Count
Fenring
’
s
friendship
may
be
seen
first
in
a
positive
thing
:
he
allayed
the
Landraad
’
s
suspicions
after
the
Arrakis
Affair
.
It
cost
more
than
a
billion
solaris
in
spice
bribes
,
so
my
mother
said
,
and
there
were
other
gifts
as
well
:
slave
women
,
royal
honors
,
and
tokens
of
rank
.
The
second
major
evidence
of
the
Count
’
s
friendship
was
negative
.
He
refused
to
kill
a
man
even
though
it
was
within
his
capabilities
and
my
father
commanded
it
.
I
will
relate
this
presently
.
—
“
Count
Fenring
:
A
Profile
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THE
BARON
Vladimir
Harkonnen
raged
down
the
corridor
from
his
private
apartments
,
flitting
through
patches
of
late
afternoon
sunlight
that
poured
down
from
high
windows
.
He
bobbed
and
twisted
in
his
suspensors
with
violent
movements
.
Past
the
private
kitchen
he
stormed
—
past
the
library
,
past
the
small
reception
room
and
into
the
servants
’
antechamber
where
the
evening
relaxation
already
had
set
in
.
The
guard
captain
,
Iakin
Nefud
,
squatted
on
a
divan
across
the
chamber
,
the
stupor
of
semuta
dullness
in
his
flat
face
,
the
eerie
wailing
of
semuta
music
around
him
.
His
own
court
sat
near
to
do
his
bidding
.
“
Nefud
!
”
the
Baron
roared
.
Men
scrambled
.
Nefud
stood
,
his
face
composed
by
the
narcotic
but
with
an
overlay
of
paleness
that
told
of
his
fear
.
The
semuta
music
had
stopped
.
“
My
Lord
Baron
,
”
Nefud
said
.
Only
the
drug
kept
the
trembling
out
of
his
voice
.
