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Voices
sounded
from
the
right
of
the
chamber
,
echoing
out
of
a
high
passage
:
“
Make
way
!
Make
way
for
the
Royal
Person
!
”
The
Padishah
Emperor
Shaddam
IV
came
out
of
the
passage
into
the
audience
chamber
followed
by
his
suite
.
He
stood
waiting
while
his
throne
was
brought
,
ignoring
the
Baron
,
seemingly
ignoring
every
person
in
the
room
.
The
Baron
found
that
he
could
not
ignore
the
Royal
Person
,
and
studied
the
Emperor
for
a
sign
,
any
clue
to
the
purpose
of
this
audience
.
The
Emperor
stood
poised
,
waiting
—
a
slim
,
elegant
figure
in
a
gray
Sardaukar
uniform
with
silver
and
gold
trim
.
His
thin
face
and
cold
eyes
reminded
the
Baron
of
the
Duke
Leto
long
dead
.
There
was
that
same
look
of
the
predatory
bird
.
But
the
Emperor
’
s
hair
was
red
,
not
black
,
and
most
of
that
hair
was
concealed
by
a
Burseg
’
s
ebon
helmet
with
the
Imperial
crest
in
gold
upon
its
crown
.
Pages
brought
the
throne
.
It
was
a
massive
chair
carved
from
a
single
piece
of
Hagal
quartz
-
blue
-
green
translucency
shot
through
with
streaks
of
yellow
fire
.
They
placed
it
on
the
dais
and
the
Emperor
mounted
,
seated
himself
.
An
old
woman
in
a
black
aba
robe
with
hood
drawn
down
over
her
forehead
detached
herself
from
the
Emperor
’
s
suite
,
took
up
station
behind
the
throne
,
one
scrawny
hand
resting
on
the
quartz
back
.
Her
face
peered
out
of
the
hood
like
a
witch
caricature
—
sunken
cheeks
and
eyes
,
an
overlong
nose
,
skin
mottled
and
with
protruding
veins
.
The
Baron
stilled
his
trembling
at
sight
of
her
.
The
presence
of
the
Reverend
Mother
Gaius
Helen
Mohiam
,
the
Emperor
’
s
Truthsayer
,
betrayed
the
importance
of
this
audience
.
The
Baron
looked
away
from
her
,
studied
the
suite
for
a
clue
.
There
were
two
of
the
Guild
agents
,
one
tall
and
fat
,
one
short
and
fat
,
both
with
bland
gray
eyes
.
And
among
the
lackeys
stood
one
of
the
Emperor
’
s
daughters
,
the
Princess
Irulan
,
a
woman
they
said
was
being
trained
in
the
deepest
of
the
Bene
Gesserit
ways
,
destined
to
be
a
Reverend
Mother
.
She
was
tall
,
blonde
,
face
of
chiseled
beauty
,
green
eyes
that
looked
past
and
through
him
.
“
My
dear
Baron
.
”
The
Emperor
had
deigned
to
notice
him
.
The
voice
was
baritone
and
with
exquisite
control
.
It
managed
to
dismiss
him
while
greeting
him
.
