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“
You
speak
too
casually
of
Salusa
Secundus
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
It
’
s
a
penal
colony
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
The
worst
riff
-
raff
in
the
galaxy
are
sent
to
Salusa
Secundus
.
What
else
do
we
need
to
know
?
”
“
That
conditions
on
the
prison
planet
are
more
oppressive
than
anywhere
else
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
You
hear
that
the
mortality
rate
among
new
prisoners
is
higher
than
sixty
per
cent
.
You
hear
that
the
Emperor
practices
every
form
of
oppression
there
.
You
hear
all
this
and
do
not
ask
questions
?
”
“
The
Emperor
doesn
’
t
permit
the
Great
Houses
to
inspect
his
prison
,
”
the
Baron
growled
.
“
But
he
hasn
’
t
seen
into
my
dungeons
,
either
.
”
“
And
curiosity
about
Salusa
Secundus
is
.
.
.
ah
.
.
.
.
”
Hawat
put
a
bony
finger
to
his
lips
.
“
.
.
.
discouraged
.
”
“
So
he
’
s
not
proud
of
some
of
the
things
he
must
do
there
!
”
Hawat
allowed
the
faintest
of
smiles
to
touch
his
dark
lips
.
His
eyes
glinted
in
the
glowtube
light
as
he
stared
at
the
Baron
.
“
And
you
’
ve
never
wondered
where
the
Emperor
gets
his
Sardaukar
?
”
The
Baron
pursed
his
fat
lips
.
This
gave
his
features
the
look
of
a
pouting
baby
,
and
his
voice
carried
a
tone
of
petulance
as
he
said
:
“
Why
.
.
.
he
recruits
.
.
.
that
is
to
say
,
there
are
the
levies
and
he
enlists
from
—
”
“
Faaa
!
”
Hawat
snapped
.
