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Book One: Dune
I’dseenhowbadlyoffthemanwasandstoppedtodowhatIcould.Isurprisedhimintheattempttothrowsomethingaway.”IdahoglanceddownatLeto.“Aknife,m’Lord,aknifethelikeofwhichyou’veneverseen.”
“Crysknife?”someoneasked.
“Nodoubtofit,”Idahosaid.“Milkywhiteandglowingwithalightofitsownlike.”Hereachedintohistunic,broughtoutasheathwithablack-ridgedhandleprotrudingfromit.
“Keepthatbladeinitssheath!”
Thevoicecamefromtheopendoorattheendoftheroom,avibrantandpenetratingvoicethatbroughtthemallup,staring.
Atall,robedfigurestoodinthedoor,barredbythecrossedswordsoftheguard.Alighttanrobecompletelyenvelopedthemanexceptforagapinthehoodandblackveilthatexposedeyesoftotalblue—nowhiteinthematall.
“Lethimenter,”Idahowhispered.
“Passthatman,”theDukesaid.
Theguardshesitated,thenloweredtheirswords.
Themansweptintotheroom,stoodacrossfromtheDuke.
“ThisisStilgar,chiefofthesietchIvisited,leaderofthosewhowarnedusofthefalseband,”Idahosaid.
“Welcome,sir,”Letosaid.“Andwhyshouldn’tweunsheaththisblade?”
StilgarglancedatIdaho,said:“Youobservedthecustomsofcleanlinessandhonoramongus.Iwouldpermityoutoseethebladeofthemanyoubefriended.”Hisgazeswepttheothersintheroom.“ButIdonotknowtheseothers.Wouldyouhavethemdefileanhonorableweapon?”
“IamtheDukeLeto,”theDukesaid.
