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Book One: Dune
Ajaggedrentinhistunicexposedanexpanseofthedressshirthehadwornatthedinnerpartyearlier.
Jessicacrossedtohim.
OneoftheguardsnoddedtoherwithoutreleasinghisholdonIdaho.“Wedidn’tknowwhattodowithhim,myLady.Hewascreatingadisturbanceoutfront,refusingtocomeinside.Wewereafraidlocalsmightcomealongandseehim.Thatwouldn’tdoatall.Giveusabadnamehere.”
“Wherehashebeen?”Jessicaasked.
“Heescortedoneoftheyoungladieshomefromthedinner,myLady.
Hawat’sorders.”
“Whichyounglady?”
“Oneoftheescortwenches.Youunderstand,myLady?”HeglancedatMapes,loweredhisvoice.“They’realwayscallingonIdahoforspecialsurveillanceoftheladies.”
AndJessicathought:Sotheyare.Butwhyishedrunk?
Shefrowned,turnedtoMapes.“Mapes,bringastimulant.I’dsuggestcaffeine.Perhapsthere’ssomeofthespicecoffeeleft.”
Mapesshrugged,headedforthekitchen.Herunlaceddesertbootsslap-slappedagainstthestonefloor.
IdahoswunghisunsteadyheadaroundtopeeratanangletowardJessica.
“Killedmore’nthreehunner’menf‘rtheDuke,”hemuttered.“Whadduhwannaknowiswhy’mmere?Can’tliveunnerth’groun’here.Can’tliveonnagroun’here.Wha’kinnaplaceis’iss,huh?”
AsoundfromthesidehallentrycaughtJessica’sattention.Sheturned,sawYuehcrossingtothem,hismedicalkitswinginginhislefthand.Hewasfullydressed,lookedpale,exhausted.Thediamondtattoostoodoutsharplyonhisforehead.
“Th’gooddocker!”Idahoshouted.
