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I
could
kill
him
,
Fenring
thought
—
and
he
knew
this
for
a
truth
.
Something
in
his
own
secretive
depths
stayed
the
Count
then
,
and
he
glimpsed
briefly
,
inadequately
,
the
advantage
he
held
over
Paul
—
a
way
of
hiding
from
the
youth
,
a
furtiveness
of
person
and
motives
that
no
eye
could
penetrate
.
Paul
,
aware
of
some
of
this
from
the
way
the
time
nexus
boiled
,
understood
at
last
why
he
had
never
seen
Fenring
along
the
webs
of
prescience
.
Fenring
was
one
of
the
might
-
have
-
beens
,
an
almost
-
Kwisatz
Haderach
,
crippled
by
a
flaw
in
the
genetic
pattern
—
a
eunuch
,
his
talent
concentrated
into
furtiveness
and
inner
seclusion
.
A
deep
compassion
for
the
Count
flowed
through
Paul
,
the
first
sense
of
brotherhood
he
’
d
ever
experienced
.
Fenring
,
reading
Paul
’
s
emotion
,
said
,
“
Majesty
,
I
must
refuse
.
”
Rage
overcame
Shaddam
IV
.
He
took
two
short
steps
through
the
entourage
,
cuffed
Fenring
viciously
across
the
jaw
.
A
dark
flush
spread
up
and
over
the
Count
’
s
face
.
He
looked
directly
at
the
Emperor
,
spoke
with
deliberate
lack
of
emphasis
:
“
We
have
been
friends
,
Majesty
.
What
I
do
now
is
out
of
friendship
.
I
shall
forget
that
you
struck
me
.
”
Paul
cleared
his
throat
,
said
:
“
We
were
speaking
of
the
throne
,
Majesty
.
”
The
Emperor
whirled
,
glared
at
Paul
.
“
I
sit
on
the
throne
!
”
he
barked
.
“
You
shall
have
a
throne
on
Salusa
Secundus
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
put
down
my
arms
and
came
here
on
your
word
of
bond
!
”
the
Emperor
shouted
.
“
You
dare
threaten
—
”
