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The
Baron
stared
at
the
kicking
feet
,
the
way
they
moved
the
black
robe
,
the
wink
of
sandals
beneath
the
fabric
.
“
Unfortunately
,
”
the
Emperor
said
,
“
I
only
sent
in
five
troop
carriers
with
a
light
attack
force
to
pick
up
prisoners
for
questioning
.
We
barely
got
away
with
three
prisoners
and
one
carrier
.
Mind
you
,
Baron
,
my
Sardaukar
were
almost
overwhelmed
by
a
force
composed
mostly
of
women
,
children
,
and
old
men
.
This
child
here
was
in
command
of
one
of
the
attacking
groups
.
”
“
You
see
,
Your
Majesty
!
”
the
Baron
said
.
“
You
see
how
they
are
!
”
“
I
allowed
myself
to
be
captured
,
”
the
child
said
.
“
I
did
not
want
to
face
my
brother
and
have
to
tell
him
that
his
son
had
been
killed
.
”
“
Only
a
handful
of
our
men
got
away
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
Got
away
!
You
hear
that
?
”
“
We
’
d
have
had
them
,
too
,
”
the
child
said
,
“
except
for
the
flames
.
”
“
My
Sardaukar
used
the
attitudinal
jets
on
their
carrier
as
flame
-
throwers
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
A
move
of
desperation
and
the
only
thing
that
got
them
away
with
their
three
prisoners
.
Mark
that
,
my
dear
Baron
:
Sardaukar
forced
to
retreat
in
confusion
from
women
and
children
and
old
men
!
”
“
We
must
attack
in
force
,
”
the
Baron
rasped
.
“
We
must
destroy
every
last
vestige
of
—
”
