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But
deep
emotions
.
.
.
ah
,
now
,
those
can
be
bent
to
your
needs
.
”
“
Uncle
,
I
don
’
t
understand
you
.
”
“
Yes
,
that
’
s
plain
enough
.
”
Only
a
flicker
of
eyelids
betrayed
the
passage
of
resentment
through
Feyd
-
Rautha
.
“
And
you
do
not
understand
Hawat
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
Nor
do
you
!
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
“
Who
does
Hawat
blame
for
his
present
circumstances
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Me
?
Certainly
.
But
he
was
an
Atreides
tool
and
bested
me
for
years
until
the
Imperium
took
a
hand
.
That
’
s
how
he
sees
it
.
His
hate
for
me
is
a
casual
thing
now
.
He
believes
he
can
best
me
any
time
.
Believing
this
,
he
is
bested
.
For
I
direct
his
attention
where
I
want
it
—
against
the
Imperium
.
”
Tensions
of
a
new
understanding
drew
tight
lines
across
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
forehead
,
thinned
his
mouth
.
“
Against
the
Emperor
?
”
Let
my
dear
nephew
try
the
taste
of
that
,
the
Baron
thought
.
Let
him
say
to
himself
:
“
The
Emperor
Feyd
-
Rautha
Harkonnen
!
”
Let
him
ask
himself
how
much
that
’
s
worth
.
Surely
it
must
be
worth
the
life
of
one
old
uncle
who
could
make
that
dream
come
to
pass
!
