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Book One: Dune
Letostilledhissuddenconstrictionoffear,darteddownthepassage,crouchedbesidethecrawlingfigure.ItwasMapes,theFremenhousekeeper,herhairtumbledaroundherface,clothingdisarrayed.Adullshininessofdarkstainspreadfromherbackalongherside.Hetouchedhershoulderandsheliftedherselfonherelbows,headtippeduptopeerathim,theeyesblack-shadowedemptiness.
“S‘you,”shegasped.“Killed...guard...sent...get...Tuek...escape...m’Lady...you...you...here...no....”Shefloppedforward,herheadthumpingagainstthestone.
Letofeltforpulseatthetemples.Therewasnone.Helookedatthestain:she’dbeenstabbedintheback.Who?Hismindraced.Didshemeansomeonehadkilledaguard?AndTuek—hadJessicasentforhim?Why?
Hestartedtostandup.Asixthsensewarnedhim.Heflashedahandtowardtheshieldswitch—toolate.Anumbingshockslammedhisarmaside.Hefeltpainthere,sawadartprotrudingfromthesleeve,sensedparalysisspreadingfromituphisarm.Ittookanagonizingefforttolifthisheadandlookdownthepassage.
Yuehstoodintheopendoorofthegeneratorroom.Hisfacereflectedyellowfromthelightofasingle,brightersuspensorabovethedoor.Therewasstillnessfromtheroombehindhim—nosoundofgenerators.
Yueh!Letothought.He’ssabotagedthehousegenerators!We’rewideopen!
Yuehbeganwalkingtowardhim,pocketingadartgun.
Letofoundhecouldstillspeak,gasped:“Yueh!How?”Thentheparalysisreachedhislegsandheslidtothefloorwithhisbackproppedagainstthestonewall.
