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”
The
Emperor
stood
in
front
of
his
throne
,
right
hand
pressed
to
right
ear
,
the
servo
-
receiver
there
chattering
its
report
on
the
situation
.
The
Baron
moved
two
steps
behind
Alia
.
Sardaukar
were
leaping
to
positions
at
the
doors
.
“
We
will
fall
back
into
space
and
reform
,
”
the
Emperor
said
.
“
Baron
,
my
apologies
.
These
madmen
are
attacking
under
cover
of
the
storm
.
We
will
show
them
an
Emperor
’
s
wrath
,
then
.
”
He
pointed
at
Alia
.
“
Give
her
body
to
the
storm
.
”
As
he
spoke
,
Alia
fled
backward
,
feigning
terror
.
“
Let
the
storm
have
what
it
can
take
!
”
she
screamed
.
And
she
backed
into
the
Baron
’
s
arms
.
“
I
have
her
,
Majesty
!
”
the
Baron
shouted
.
“
Shall
I
dispatch
her
now
-
eeeeeeeeeeeh
!
”
He
hurled
her
to
the
floor
,
clutched
his
left
arm
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
,
Grandfather
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
You
’
ve
met
the
Atreides
gom
jabbar
.
”
She
got
to
her
feet
,
dropped
a
dark
needle
from
her
hand
.
The
Baron
fell
back
.
His
eyes
bulged
as
he
stared
at
a
red
slash
on
his
left
palm
.
“
You
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
.
”
He
rolled
sideways
in
his
suspensors
,
a
sagging
mass
of
flesh
supported
inches
off
the
floor
with
head
lolling
and
mouth
hanging
open
.
“
These
people
are
insane
,
”
the
Emperor
snarled
.
“
Quick
!
Into
the
ship
.
We
’
ll
purge
this
planet
of
every
.
.
.
.
91
Something
sparkled
to
his
left
.
A
roll
of
ball
lightning
bounced
away
from
the
wall
there
,
crackled
as
it
touched
the
metal
floor
.
The
smell
of
burned
insulation
swept
through
the
selamlik
.
