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Paul
shifted
his
crysknife
to
his
left
hand
,
matching
his
opponent
.
Again
,
they
circled
,
probing
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
began
closing
the
space
between
them
,
edging
in
,
knife
held
high
,
anger
showing
itself
in
squint
of
eye
and
set
of
jaw
.
He
feinted
right
and
under
,
and
they
were
pressed
against
each
other
,
knife
hands
gripped
,
straining
.
Paul
,
cautious
of
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
right
hip
where
he
suspected
a
poison
flip
-
dart
,
forced
the
turn
to
the
right
.
He
almost
failed
to
see
the
needle
point
flick
out
beneath
the
belt
line
.
A
shift
and
a
giving
in
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
motion
warned
him
.
The
tiny
point
missed
Paul
’
s
flesh
by
the
barest
fraction
.
On
the
left
hip
!
Treachery
within
treachery
within
treachery
,
Paul
reminded
himself
.
Using
Bene
Gesserit
-
trained
muscles
,
he
sagged
to
catch
a
reflex
in
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
but
the
necessity
of
avoiding
the
tiny
point
jutting
from
his
opponent
’
s
hip
threw
Paul
off
just
enough
that
he
missed
his
footing
and
found
himself
thrown
hard
to
the
floor
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
on
top
.
“
You
see
it
there
on
my
hip
?
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
whispered
.
“
Your
death
,
fool
.
”
And
he
began
twisting
himself
around
,
forcing
the
poisoned
needle
closer
and
closer
.
“
It
’
ll
stop
your
muscles
and
my
knife
will
finish
you
.
There
’
ll
be
never
a
trace
left
to
detect
!
”
Paul
strained
,
hearing
the
silent
screams
in
his
mind
,
his
cell
-
stamped
ancestors
demanding
that
he
use
the
secret
word
to
slow
Feyd
-
Rautha
,
to
save
himself
.
