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“
But
I
am
worried
,
Majesty
!
”
The
Emperor
continued
to
stare
at
him
,
waiting
.
The
Reverend
Mother
emitted
a
cackling
laugh
.
“
What
I
mean
,
Majesty
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
“
is
that
Hawat
will
be
dead
within
another
few
hours
,
anyway
.
”
And
he
explained
about
the
latent
poison
and
need
for
an
antidote
.
“
How
clever
of
you
,
Baron
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
And
where
are
your
nephews
,
Rabban
and
the
young
Feyd
-
Rautha
?
”
“
The
storm
comes
,
Majesty
.
I
sent
them
to
inspect
our
perimeter
lest
the
Fremen
attack
under
cover
of
the
sand
.
”
“
Perimeter
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
The
word
came
out
as
though
it
puckered
his
mouth
.
“
The
storm
won
’
t
be
much
here
in
the
basin
,
and
that
Fremen
rabble
won
’
t
attack
while
I
’
m
here
with
five
legions
of
Sardaukar
.
”
“
Surely
not
,
Majesty
,
”
the
Baron
said
,
“
But
error
on
the
side
of
caution
cannot
be
censured
.
”
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
-
h
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
Censure
.
Then
I
’
m
not
to
speak
of
how
much
time
this
Arrakis
nonsense
has
taken
from
me
?
Nor
the
CHOAM
Company
profits
pouring
down
this
rat
hole
?
Nor
the
court
functions
and
affairs
of
state
I
’
ve
had
to
delay
—
even
cancel
—
because
of
this
stupid
affair
?
”
The
Baron
lowered
his
gaze
,
frightened
by
the
Imperial
anger
.
The
delicacy
of
his
position
here
,
alone
and
dependent
upon
the
Convention
and
the
dictum
familia
of
the
Great
Houses
,
fretted
him
.
Does
he
mean
to
kill
me
?
the
Baron
asked
himself
.
He
couldn
’
t
!
Not
with
the
other
Great
Houses
waiting
up
there
,
aching
for
any
excuse
to
gain
from
this
upset
on
Arrakis
.
