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We
have
the
scabbard
for
this
one
,
though
.
The
poison
’
s
in
him
.
When
we
withdraw
the
antidote
,
death
will
sheathe
him
.
”
“
In
a
way
,
it
’
s
like
the
arena
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
“
Feints
within
feints
within
feints
.
You
watch
to
see
which
way
the
gladiator
leans
,
which
way
he
looks
,
how
he
holds
his
knife
.
”
He
nodded
to
himself
,
seeing
that
these
words
pleased
his
uncle
,
but
thinking
:
Yes
!
Like
the
arena
!
And
the
cutting
edge
is
the
mind
!
“
Now
you
see
how
you
need
me
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
I
’
m
yet
of
use
,
Feyd
.
”
A
sword
to
be
wielded
until
he
’
s
too
blunt
for
use
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
“
Yes
,
Uncle
,
”
he
said
.
“
And
now
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
“
we
will
go
down
to
the
slave
quarters
,
we
two
.
And
I
will
watch
while
you
,
with
your
own
hands
,
kill
all
the
women
in
the
pleasure
wing
.
”
“
Uncle
!
”
“
There
will
be
other
women
,
Feyd
.
But
I
have
said
that
you
do
not
make
a
mistake
casually
with
me
.
”
