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Book One: Dune
Drug-foggedmemoryofseeingalimpcorpsedraggedpasthiminthisroomhunglikeavaporinLeto’smind.HeknewithadbeenYueh.
“Doyouhearthatnoise,DukeLeto?”theBaronasked.
Letogrewconsciousofafrogsound,theburredmewlingofsomeone’sagony.
“WecaughtoneofyourmendisguisedasaFremen,”theBaronsaid.“Wepenetratedthedisguisequiteeasily:theeyes,youknow.HeinsistshewassentamongtheFrementospyonthem.I’velivedforatimeonthisplanet,chercousin.Onedoesnotspyonthoseraggedscumofthedesert.Tellme,didyoubuytheirhelp?Didyousendyourwomanandsontothem?”
Letofeltfeartightenhischest.IfYuehsentthemtothedesertfold...thesearchwon’tstopuntilthey’refound.
“Come,come,”theBaronsaid.“Wedon’thavemuchtimeandpainisquick.
Pleasedon’tbringittothis,mydearDuke.”TheBaronlookedupatPiterwhostoodatLeto’sshoulder.“Piterdoesn’thaveallhistoolshere,butI’msurehecouldimprovise.”
“Improvisationissometimesthebest,Baron.”
Thatsilky,insinuatingvoice!Letohearditathisear.
“Youhadanemergencyplan,”theBaronsaid.“Wherehaveyourwomanandtheboybeensent?”HelookedatLeto’shand.“Yourringismissing.Doestheboyhaveit?”
TheBaronlookedup,staredintoLeto’seyes.
“Youdon’tanswer,”hesaid.“WillyouforcemetodoathingIdonotwanttodo?Piterwillusesimple,directmethods.Iagreethey’resometimesthebest,butit’snotgoodthatyoushouldbesubjectedtosuchthings.
