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“
You
name
them
well
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
And
Paul
thought
:
Gurney
’
s
one
of
those
the
Reverend
Mother
meant
,
a
supporter
of
worlds
—
“
.
.
.
the
valor
of
the
brave
.
”
“
Gurney
tells
me
you
did
well
in
weapons
today
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
That
isn
’
t
what
he
told
me
.
”
The
Duke
laughed
aloud
.
“
I
figured
Gurney
to
be
sparse
with
his
praise
.
He
says
you
have
a
nicety
of
awareness
—
in
his
own
words
—
of
the
difference
between
a
blade
’
s
edge
and
its
tip
.
”
“
Gurney
says
there
’
s
no
artistry
in
killing
with
the
tip
,
that
it
should
be
done
with
the
edge
.
”
“
Gurney
’
s
a
romantic
,
”
the
Duke
growled
.
This
talk
of
killing
suddenly
disturbed
him
,
coming
from
his
son
.
“
I
’
d
sooner
you
never
had
to
kill
.
.
.
but
if
the
need
arises
,
you
do
it
however
you
can
—
tip
or
edge
.
”
He
looked
up
at
the
skylight
,
on
which
the
rain
was
drumming
.
Seeing
the
direction
of
his
father
’
s
stare
,
Paul
thought
of
the
wet
skies
out
there
—
a
thing
never
to
be
seen
on
Arrakis
from
all
accounts
—
and
this
thought
of
skies
put
him
in
mind
of
the
space
beyond
.
“
Are
the
Guild
ships
really
big
?
”
he
asked
.
The
Duke
looked
at
him
.
“
This
will
be
your
first
time
off
planet
,
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
,
they
’
re
big
.
We
’
ll
be
riding
a
Heighliner
because
it
’
s
a
long
trip
.
A
Heighliner
is
truly
big
.
Its
hold
will
tuck
all
our
frigates
and
transports
into
a
little
corner
—
we
’
ll
be
just
a
small
part
of
the
ship
’
s
manifest
.
”
