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Book One: Dune
Bothyouthandmanstaredattheglobeandthemanhalf-hiddeninshadowsspinningit.
Achucklesoundedbesidetheglobe.Abassovoicerumbledoutofthechuckle:“Thereitis,Piter—thebiggestmantrapinallhistory.AndtheDuke’sheadedintoitsjaws.IsitnotamagnificentthingthatI,theBaronVladimirHarkonnen,do?”
“Assuredly,Baron,”saidtheman.Hisvoicecameouttenorwithasweet,musicalquality.
Thefathanddescendedontotheglobe,stoppedthespinning.Now,alleyesintheroomcouldfocusonthemotionlesssurfaceandseethatitwasthekindofglobemadeforwealthycollectorsorplanetarygovernorsoftheEmpire.IthadthestampofImperialhandicraftaboutit.Latitudeandlongitudelineswerelaidinwithhair-fineplatinumwire.Thepolarcapswereinsetsoffinestcloudmilkdiamonds.
Thefathandmoved,tracingdetailsonthesurface.“Iinviteyoutoobserve,”thebassovoicerumbled.“Observeclosely,Piter,andyou,too,Feyd-Rautha,mydarling:fromsixtydegreesnorthtoseventydegreessouth—theseexquisiteripples.Theircoloring:doesitnotremindyouofsweetcaramels?Andnowheredoyouseeblueoflakesorriversorseas.Andtheselovelypolarcaps—sosmall.
Couldanyonemistakethisplace?Arrakis!Trulyunique.Asuperbsettingforauniquevictory.”
AsmiletouchedPiter’slips.“Andtothink,Baron:thePadishahEmperorbelieveshe’sgiventheDukeyourspiceplanet.Howpoignant.”
“That’sanonsensicalstatement,”theBaronrumbled.
