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“
Did
you
,
perchance
,
not
see
the
blemish
on
the
thigh
of
the
one
sent
me
this
evening
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Is
it
possible
you
—
”
“
Uncle
.
”
The
Baron
whirled
,
stared
at
Feyd
-
Rautha
standing
in
the
doorway
.
The
presence
of
his
nephew
here
,
now
—
the
look
of
hurry
that
the
young
man
could
not
quite
conceal
—
all
revealed
much
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
had
his
own
spy
system
focused
on
the
Baron
.
“
There
is
a
body
in
my
chambers
that
I
wish
removed
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
and
he
kept
his
hand
at
the
projectile
weapon
beneath
his
robes
,
thankful
that
his
shield
was
the
best
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
glanced
at
two
guardsmen
against
the
right
wall
,
nodded
.
The
two
detached
themselves
,
scurried
out
the
door
and
down
the
hall
toward
the
Baron
’
s
apartments
.
Those
two
,
eh
?
the
Baron
thought
.
Ah
,
this
young
monster
has
much
to
learn
yet
about
conspiracy
!
“
I
presume
you
left
matters
peaceful
in
the
slave
quarters
,
Feyd
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
I
’
ve
been
playing
cheops
with
the
slavemaster
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
,
and
he
thought
:
What
has
gone
wrong
?
The
boy
we
sent
to
my
uncle
has
obviously
been
killed
.
But
he
was
perfect
for
the
job
.
Even
Hawat
couldn
’
t
have
made
a
better
choice
.
The
boy
was
perfect
!
“
Playing
pyramid
chess
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
How
nice
.
Did
you
win
?
”
“
I
.
.
.
ah
,
yes
,
Uncle
.
”
And
Feyd
-
Rautha
strove
to
contain
his
disquiet
.
