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A
gasp
from
Gurney
behind
him
brought
a
thin
smile
to
Paul
’
s
lips
.
Blood
suffused
the
Sardaukar
’
s
face
.
“
What
you
see
before
you
is
more
than
Muad
’
Dib
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Seven
of
you
are
dead
for
two
of
us
.
Three
for
one
.
Pretty
good
against
Sardaukar
,
eh
?
”
The
man
came
up
on
his
toes
,
sank
back
as
the
Fedaykin
pressed
forward
.
“
I
asked
your
name
,
”
Paul
said
,
and
he
called
up
the
subtleties
of
Voice
:
“
Tell
me
your
name
!
”
“
Captain
Aramsham
,
Imperial
Sardaukar
!
”
the
man
snapped
.
His
jaw
dropped
.
He
stared
at
Paul
in
confusion
.
The
manner
about
him
that
had
dismissed
this
cavern
as
a
barbarian
warren
melted
away
.
“
Well
,
Captain
Aramsham
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
the
Harkonnens
would
pay
dearly
to
learn
what
you
now
know
.
And
the
Emperor
—
what
he
wouldn
’
t
give
to
learn
an
Atreides
still
lives
despite
his
treachery
.
”
The
captain
glanced
left
and
right
at
the
two
men
remaining
to
him
.
Paul
could
almost
see
the
thoughts
turning
over
in
the
man
’
s
head
.
Sardaukar
did
not
submit
,
but
the
Emperor
had
to
learn
of
this
threat
.
