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Book One: Dune
“Whereistheducalsignetring?”theBarondemanded.“Hisfingerisbare.”
“TheSardaukarsayitwasnotonhimwhenhewastaken,myLord,”theguardcaptainsaid.
“Youkilledthedoctortoosoon,”theBaronsaid.“Thatwasamistake.Youshould’vewarnedme,Piter.Youmovedtooprecipitatelyforthegoodofourenterprise.”Hescowled.“Possibilities!”
ThethoughthunglikeasinewaveinLeto’smind:PaulandJessicahaveescaped!Andtherewassomethingelseinhismemory:abargain.Hecouldamostrememberit.
Thetooth!
Herememberedpartofitnow:apillofpoisongasshapedintoafalsetooth.
Someonehadtoldhimtorememberthetooth.Thetoothwasinhismouth.
Hecouldfeelitsshapewithhistongue.Allhehadtodowasbitesharplyonit.
Notyet!
ThesomeonehadtoldhimtowaituntilhewasneartheBaron.Whohadtoldhim?Hecouldn’tremember.
“Howlongwillheremaindruggedlikethis?”theBaronasked.
“Perhapsanotherhour,m’Lord.”
“Perhaps,”theBaronmuttered.Again,heturnedtothenight-blackenedwindow.“Iamhungry.”
That’stheBaron,thatfuzzygrayshapethere,Letothought.Theshapedancedbackandforth,swayingwiththemovementoftheroom.Andtheroomexpandedandcontracted.Itgrewbrighteranddarker.Itfoldedintoblacknessandfaded.
TimebecameasequenceoflayersfortheDuke.Hedriftedupthroughthem.
Imustwait.
Therewasatable.Letosawthetablequiteclearly.Andagross,fatmanontheothersideofthetable,theremainsofamealinfrontofhim.
