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“
The
shield
!
”
one
of
the
Sardaukar
officers
shouted
.
“
The
outer
shield
is
down
!
They
.
.
.
.
”
His
words
were
drowned
in
a
metallic
roaring
as
the
shipwall
behind
the
Emperor
trembled
and
rocked
.
“
They
’
ve
shot
the
nose
off
our
ship
!
”
someone
called
.
Dust
boiled
through
the
room
.
Under
its
cover
,
Alia
leaped
up
,
ran
toward
the
outer
door
.
The
Emperor
whirled
,
motioned
his
people
into
an
emergency
door
that
swung
open
in
the
ship
’
s
side
behind
the
throne
.
He
flashed
a
hand
signal
to
a
Sardaukar
officer
leaping
through
the
dust
haze
.
“
We
will
make
our
stand
here
!
”
the
Emperor
ordered
.
Another
crash
shook
the
hutment
.
The
double
doors
banged
open
at
the
far
side
of
the
chamber
admitting
wind
-
blown
sand
and
the
sound
of
shouting
.
A
small
,
black
-
robed
figure
could
be
seen
momentarily
against
the
light
—
Alia
darting
out
to
find
a
knife
and
,
as
befitted
her
Fremen
training
,
to
kill
Harkonnen
and
Sardaukar
wounded
.
House
Sardaukar
charged
through
a
greened
yellow
haze
toward
the
opening
,
weapons
ready
,
forming
an
arc
there
to
protect
the
Emperor
’
s
retreat
.
“
Save
yourself
,
Sire
!
”
a
Sardaukar
officer
shouted
.
“
Into
the
ship
!
”
But
the
Emperor
stood
alone
now
on
his
dais
pointing
toward
the
doors
.
A
forty
-
meter
section
of
the
hutment
had
been
blasted
away
there
and
the
selamlik
’
s
doors
opened
now
onto
drifting
sand
.
A
dust
cloud
hung
low
over
the
outside
world
blowing
from
pastel
distances
.
Static
lightning
crackled
from
the
cloud
and
the
spark
flashes
of
shields
being
shorted
out
by
the
storm
’
s
charge
could
be
seen
through
the
haze
.
The
plain
surged
with
figures
in
combat
—
Sardaukar
and
leaping
gyrating
robed
men
who
seemed
to
come
down
out
of
the
storm
.
