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Paul
sighed
,
resting
against
the
back
of
his
chair
.
Presently
,
he
said
:
“
Bring
me
a
captive
Sardaukar
.
We
must
send
a
message
to
our
Emperor
.
It
’
s
time
to
discuss
terms
.
”
“
Yes
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
Gurney
turned
away
,
dropped
a
hand
signal
to
one
of
the
Fedaykin
who
took
up
close
-
guard
position
beside
Paul
.
“
Gurney
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
“
Since
we
’
ve
been
rejoined
I
’
ve
yet
to
hear
you
produce
the
proper
quotation
for
the
event
.
”
He
turned
,
saw
Gurney
swallow
,
saw
the
sudden
grim
hardening
of
the
man
’
s
jaw
.
“
As
you
wish
,
m
‘
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
He
cleared
his
throat
,
rasped
:
“
‘
And
the
victory
that
day
was
turned
into
mourning
unto
all
the
people
:
for
the
people
heard
say
that
day
how
the
king
was
grieved
for
his
son
.
’
”
Paul
closed
his
eyes
,
forcing
grief
out
of
his
mind
,
letting
it
wait
as
he
had
once
waited
to
mourn
his
father
.
Now
,
he
gave
his
thoughts
over
to
this
day
’
s
accumulated
discoveries
—
the
mixed
futures
and
the
hidden
presence
of
Alia
within
his
awareness
.
Of
all
the
uses
of
time
-
vision
,
this
was
the
strangest
.
“
I
have
breasted
the
future
to
place
my
words
where
only
you
can
hear
them
,
”
Alia
had
said
.
“
Even
you
cannot
do
that
,
my
brother
.
I
find
it
an
interesting
play
.
And
.
.
.
oh
,
yes
—
I
’
ve
killed
our
grandfather
,
the
demented
old
Baron
.
He
had
very
little
pain
.
”
Silence
.
His
time
sense
had
seen
her
withdrawal
.
