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Book One: Dune
“You’renotbeingputoff,”theBaronsaid,andhestaredintotheSardaukar’sobsidianeyes.“IhidenothingfrommyEmperor.”HenoddedtoNefud.“Thecolonelbasharistoseeeverything,atonce.Takehiminbythedoorwhereyoustood,Nefud.”
“Thisway,sir,”Nefudsaid.
Slowly,insolently,theSardaukarmovedaroundtheBaron,shoulderedawaythroughtheguardsmen.
Insufferable,theBaronthought.Now,theEmperorwillknowhowIslippedup.He’llrecognizeitasasignofweakness.
AnditwasagonizingtorealizethattheEmperorandhisSardaukarwerealikeintheirdisdainforweakness.TheBaronchewedathislowerlip,consolinghimselfthattheEmperor,atleast,hadnotlearnedoftheAtreidesraidonGiediPrime,thedestructionoftheHarkonnenspicestoresthere.
DamnthatslipperyDuke!
TheBaronwatchedtheretreatingbacks—thearrogantSardaukarandthestocky,efficientNefud.
Wemustadjust,theBaronthought.I’llhavetoputRabbanoverthisdamnableplanetoncemore.Withoutrestraint.ImustspendmyownHarkonnenbloodtoputArrakisintoaproperconditionforacceptingFeyd-Rautha.DamnthatPiter!HewouldgethimselfkilledbeforeIwasthroughwithhim.
TheBaronsighed.
AndImustsendatoncetoTleielaxforanewMentat.Theyundoubtedlyhavethenewonereadyformebynow.
Oneoftheguardsmenbesidehimcoughed.
TheBaronturnedtowardtheman.“Iamhungry.”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
“AndIwishtobedivertedwhileyou’reclearingoutthatroomandstudyingitssecretsforme,”theBaronrumbled.
Theguardsmanloweredhiseyes.
