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He
realizes
that
I
know
of
the
treachery
,
Paul
thought
.
Pitching
his
voice
to
carry
in
a
half
-
whisper
for
Hawat
’
s
ears
alone
,
Paul
said
:
“
I
mean
this
,
Thufir
.
If
you
’
re
to
strike
me
,
do
it
now
.
”
“
I
but
wanted
to
stand
before
you
once
more
,
my
Duke
,
”
Hawat
said
.
And
Paul
became
aware
for
the
first
time
of
the
effort
the
old
man
exerted
to
keep
from
falling
.
Paul
reached
out
,
supported
Hawat
by
the
shoulders
,
feeling
the
muscle
tremors
beneath
his
hands
.
“
Is
there
pain
,
old
friend
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
There
is
pain
,
my
Duke
,
”
Hawat
agreed
,
“
but
the
pleasure
is
greater
.
”
He
half
turned
in
Paul
’
s
arms
,
extended
his
left
hand
,
palm
up
,
toward
the
Emperor
,
exposing
the
tiny
needle
cupped
against
the
fingers
.
“
See
,
Majesty
?
”
he
called
.
“
See
your
traitor
’
s
needle
?
Did
you
think
that
I
who
’
ve
given
my
life
to
service
of
the
Atreides
would
give
them
less
now
?
”
Paul
staggered
as
the
old
man
sagged
in
his
arms
,
felt
the
death
there
,
the
utter
flaccidity
.
Gently
,
Paul
lowered
Hawat
to
the
floor
,
straightened
and
signed
for
guardsmen
to
carry
the
body
away
.
Silence
held
the
hall
while
his
command
was
obeyed
.
A
look
of
deadly
waiting
held
the
Emperor
’
s
face
now
.
Eyes
that
had
never
admitted
fear
admitted
it
at
last
.
“
Majesty
,
”
Paul
said
,
and
noted
the
jerk
of
surprised
attention
in
the
tall
