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Feyd
-
Rautha
tried
not
to
walk
too
swiftly
.
He
felt
the
skin
crawling
on
his
back
as
though
his
body
itself
wondered
when
the
blow
could
come
.
His
muscles
alternately
tensed
and
relaxed
.
“
Have
you
heard
the
latest
word
from
Arrakis
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
No
,
Uncle
.
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
forced
himself
not
to
look
back
.
He
turned
down
the
hall
out
of
the
servants
’
wing
.
“
They
’
ve
a
new
prophet
or
religious
leader
of
some
kind
among
the
Fremen
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
They
call
him
Muad
‘
Dib
.
Very
funny
,
really
.
It
means
‘
the
Mouse
.
’
I
’
ve
told
Rabban
to
let
them
have
their
religion
.
It
’
ll
keep
them
occupied
.
”
“
That
’
s
very
interesting
,
Uncle
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
He
turned
into
the
private
corridor
to
his
uncle
’
s
quarters
,
wondering
:
Why
does
he
talk
about
religion
?
Is
it
some
subtle
hint
to
me
?
“
Yes
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
the
Baron
said
.
They
came
into
the
Baron
’
s
apartments
through
the
reception
salon
to
the
bedchamber
.
Subtle
signs
of
a
struggle
greeted
them
here
—
a
suspensor
lamp
displaced
,
a
bedcushion
on
the
floor
,
a
soother
-
reel
spilled
open
across
a
bedstand
.
“
It
was
a
clever
plan
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
He
kept
his
body
shield
tuned
to
maximum
,
stopped
,
facing
his
nephew
.
“
But
not
clever
enough
.
Tell
me
,
Feyd
,
why
didn
’
t
you
strike
me
down
yourself
?
You
’
ve
had
opportunity
enough
.
”
