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Book One: Dune
Well,theBaronVladimirHarkonnenalwayskeepshispromises.ItoldyouI’dfreeherfromtheagonyandpermityoutojoinher.Sobeit.”HewavedahandatPiter.
Piter’sblueeyestookaglazedlook.Hismovementwascatlikeinitssuddenfluidity.TheknifeinhishandglistenedlikeaclawasitflashedintoYueh’sback.
Theoldmanstiffened,nevertakinghisattentionfromtheBaron.
“Sojoinher!”theBaronspat.
Yuehstood,swaying.Hislipsmovedwithcarefulprecision,andhisvoicecameinoddlymeasuredcadence:“You...think...you...de...feated...me.
You...think...I...did...not...know...what...I...bought...for...my...Wanna.”
Hetoppled.Nobendingorsoftening.Itwaslikeatreefalling.
“Sojoinher,”theBaronrepeated.Buthiswordswerelikeaweakecho.
Yuehhadfilledhimwithasenseofforeboding.HewhippedhisattentiontoPiter,watchedthemanwipethebladeonascrapofcloth,watchedthecreamylookofsatisfactionintheblueeyes.
Sothat’showhekillsbyhisownhand,theBaronthought.It’swelltoknow.
“HedidgiveustheDuke?”theBaronasked.
“Ofacertainty,myLord,”Pitersaid.
“Thengethiminhere!”
Piterglancedattheguardcaptain,whowhirledtoobey.
TheBaronlookeddownatYueh.Fromthewaythemanhadfallen,youcouldsuspectoakinhiminsteadofbones.
“Inevercouldbringmyselftotrustatraitor,”theBaronsaid.“NotevenatraitorIcreated.”
Heglancedatthenight-shroudedviewport.Thatblackbagofstillnessouttherewashis,theBaronknew.
