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The
Baron
bowed
low
,
advanced
to
the
required
position
ten
paces
from
the
dais
.
“
I
came
at
your
summons
,
Majesty
.
”
“
Summons
!
”
the
old
witch
cackled
.
“
Now
,
Reverend
Mother
,
”
the
Emperor
chided
,
but
he
smiled
at
the
Baron
’
s
discomfiture
,
said
:
“
First
,
you
will
tell
me
where
you
’
ve
sent
your
minion
,
Thufir
Hawat
.
”
The
Baron
darted
his
gaze
left
and
right
,
reviled
himself
for
coming
here
without
his
own
guards
,
not
that
they
’
d
be
much
use
against
Sardaukar
.
Still
.
.
.
.
“
Well
?
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
He
has
been
gone
these
five
days
,
Majesty
.
”
The
Baron
shot
a
glance
at
the
Guild
agents
,
back
to
the
Emperor
.
“
He
was
to
land
at
a
smuggler
base
and
attempt
infiltrating
the
camp
of
the
Fremen
fanatic
,
this
Muad
’
Dib
.
”
“
Incredible
!
”
the
Emperor
said
.
One
of
the
witch
’
s
clawlike
hands
tapped
the
Emperor
’
s
shoulder
.
She
leaned
forward
,
whispered
in
his
ear
.
The
Emperor
nodded
,
said
:
“
Five
days
,
Baron
.
Tell
me
,
why
aren
’
t
you
worried
about
his
absence
?
”
