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Let
them
look
closely
at
their
new
host
,
Paul
thought
.
“
There
’
s
also
a
Bene
Gesserit
Reverend
Mother
who
says
she
’
s
a
friend
of
your
mother
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
My
mother
has
no
Bene
Gesserit
friends
.
”
Again
,
Gurney
glanced
around
the
Great
Hall
,
then
bent
close
to
Paul
’
s
ear
.
“
Thufir
Hawat
’
s
with
‘
em
,
m
’
Lord
.
I
had
no
chance
to
see
him
alone
,
but
he
used
our
old
hand
signs
to
say
he
’
s
been
working
with
the
Harkonnens
,
thought
you
were
dead
.
Says
he
’
s
to
be
left
among
’
em
.
”
“
You
left
Thufir
among
those
—
”
“
He
wanted
it
.
.
.
and
I
thought
it
best
.
If
.
.
.
there
’
s
something
wrong
,
he
’
s
where
we
can
control
him
.
If
not
—
we
’
ve
an
ear
on
the
other
side
.
”
Paul
thought
then
of
prescient
glimpses
into
the
possibilities
of
this
moment
—
and
one
time
-
line
where
Thufir
carried
a
poisoned
needle
which
the
Emperor
commanded
he
use
against
“
this
upstart
Duke
.
”
The
entrance
guards
stepped
aside
,
formed
a
short
corridor
of
lances
.
There
came
a
murmurous
swish
of
garments
,
feet
rasping
the
sand
that
had
drifted
into
the
Residency
.
The
Padishah
Emperor
Shaddam
IV
led
his
people
into
the
hall
.
His
burseg
helmet
had
been
lost
and
the
red
hair
stood
out
in
disarray
.
His
uniform
’
s
left
sleeve
had
been
ripped
along
the
inner
seam
.
