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A
predatory
look
filled
the
old
woman
’
s
features
.
She
lifted
her
right
hand
away
from
the
box
and
poised
the
hand
close
to
the
side
of
Paul
’
s
neck
.
He
saw
a
glint
of
metal
there
and
started
to
turn
toward
it
.
“
Stop
!
”
she
snapped
.
Using
the
Voice
again
!
He
swung
his
attention
back
to
her
face
.
“
I
hold
at
your
neck
the
gom
jabbar
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
gom
jabbar
,
the
high
-
handed
enemy
.
It
’
s
a
needle
with
a
drop
of
poison
on
its
tip
.
Ah
-
ah
!
Don
’
t
pull
away
or
you
’
ll
feel
that
poison
.
”
Paul
tried
to
swallow
in
a
dry
throat
.
He
could
not
take
his
attention
from
the
seamed
old
face
,
the
glistening
eyes
,
the
pale
gums
around
silvery
metal
teeth
that
flashed
as
she
spoke
.
“
A
duke
’
s
son
must
know
about
poisons
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
the
way
of
our
times
,
eh
?
Musky
,
to
be
poisoned
in
your
drink
.
Aumas
,
to
be
poisoned
in
your
food
.
The
quick
ones
and
the
slow
ones
and
the
ones
in
between
.
Here
’
s
a
new
one
for
you
:
the
gom
jabbar
.
It
kills
only
animals
.
”
Pride
overcame
Paul
’
s
fear
.
“
You
dare
suggest
a
duke
’
s
son
is
an
animal
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
Let
us
say
I
suggest
you
may
be
human
,
”
she
said
.
“
Steady
!
I
warn
you
not
to
try
jerking
away
.
I
am
old
,
but
my
hand
can
drive
this
needle
into
your
neck
before
you
escape
me
.
”
“
Who
are
you
?
”
he
whispered
.
“
How
did
you
trick
my
mother
into
leaving
me
alone
with
you
?
Are
you
from
the
Harkonnens
?
”
“
The
Harkonnens
?
Bless
us
,
no
!
Now
,
be
silent
.
”
A
dry
finger
touched
his
neck
and
he
stilled
the
involuntary
urge
to
leap
away
.
