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“
A
madman
,
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
But
all
Fremen
are
a
little
mad
.
”
“
Mad
?
”
“
His
people
scream
his
name
as
they
leap
into
battle
.
The
women
throw
their
babies
at
us
and
hurl
themselves
onto
our
knives
to
open
a
wedge
for
their
men
to
attack
us
.
They
have
no
.
.
.
no
.
.
.
decency
!
”
“
As
bad
as
that
,
”
the
Emperor
murmured
,
and
his
tone
of
derision
did
not
escape
the
Baron
.
“
Tell
me
,
my
dear
Baron
,
have
you
investigated
the
southern
polar
regions
of
Arrakis
?
”
The
Baron
stared
up
at
the
Emperor
,
shocked
by
the
change
of
subject
.
“
But
.
.
.
well
,
you
know
,
Your
Majesty
,
the
entire
region
is
uninhabitable
,
open
to
wind
and
worm
.
There
’
s
not
even
any
spice
in
those
latitudes
.
”
“
You
’
ve
had
no
reports
from
spice
lighters
that
patches
of
greenery
appear
there
?
”
“
There
’
ve
always
been
such
reports
.
Some
were
investigated
—
long
ago
.
A
few
plants
were
seen
.
Many
’
thopters
were
lost
.
Much
too
costly
,
Your
Majesty
.
It
’
s
a
place
where
men
cannot
survive
for
long
.
”
