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Paul
took
the
knife
from
Gurney
,
held
it
aloft
.
“
This
says
you
’
re
Sardaukar
.
”
“
Then
who
says
you
’
re
a
ruling
Duke
?
”
the
man
demanded
.
Paul
gestured
to
the
Fedaykin
.
“
These
men
say
I
’
m
a
ruling
Duke
.
Your
own
emperor
bestowed
Arrakis
on
House
Atreides
.
I
am
House
Atreides
.
”
The
Sardaukar
stood
silent
,
fidgeting
.
Paul
studied
the
man
—
tall
,
flat
-
featured
,
with
a
pale
scar
across
half
his
left
cheek
.
Anger
and
confusion
were
betrayed
in
his
manner
,
but
still
there
was
that
pride
about
him
without
which
a
Sardaukar
appeared
undressed
—
and
with
which
he
could
appear
fully
clothed
though
naked
.
Paul
glanced
to
one
of
his
Fedaykin
lieutenants
,
said
:
“
Korba
,
how
came
they
to
have
weapons
?
”
“
They
held
back
knives
concealed
in
cunning
pockets
within
their
stillsuits
,
”
the
lieutenant
said
.
Paul
surveyed
the
dead
and
wounded
across
the
chamber
,
brought
his
attention
back
to
the
lieutenant
.
There
was
no
need
for
words
.
The
lieutenant
lowered
his
eyes
.
“
Where
is
Chani
?
”
Paul
asked
and
waited
,
breath
held
,
for
the
answer
.
“
Stilgar
spirited
her
aside
.
”
He
nodded
toward
the
other
passage
,
glanced
at
the
dead
and
wounded
.
