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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Yes,m’Lord!”
Lookhowheblurtsouthisanswer,theBaronthought.Hesaid:“TheywereattemptingtofleetotheFremen,eh?”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
“Istheremoretothis...report?”
“TheImperialPlanetologist,Kynes,isinvolved,m’Lord.IdahojoinedthisKynesundermysteriouscircumstances...Imightevensaysuspiciouscircumstances.”
“So?”
“They...ah,fledtogethertoaplaceinthedesertwhereit’sapparenttheboyandhismotherwerehiding.Intheexcitementofthechase,severalofourgroupswerecaughtinalasgun-shieldexplosion.”
“Howmanydidwelose?”
“I’m...ah,notsureyet,m’Lord.”
He’slying,theBaronthought.Itmust’vebeenprettybad.
“TheImperiallackey,thisKynes,”theBaronsaid.“Hewasplayingadoublegame,eh?”
“I’dstakemyreputationonit,m’Lord.”
Hisreputation!
“Havethemankilled,”theBaronsaid.
“M’Lord!KynesistheImperialPlanetologist,HisMajesty’sownserv—”
“Makeitlooklikeanaccident,then!”
“M’Lord,therewereSardaukarwithourforcesinthesubjugationofthisFremennest.TheyhaveKynesincustodynow.”
“Gethimawayfromthem.SayIwishtoquestionhim.”
“Iftheydemur?”
“Theywillnotifyouhandleitcorrectly.”
Nefudswallowed.“Yes,m’Lord.”
“Themanmustdie,”theBaronrumbled.“Hetriedtohelpmyenemies.”
Nefudshiftedfromonefoottotheother.
“Well?”
“M’Lord,theSardaukarhave...twopersonsincustodywhomightbeofinteresttoyou.They’vecaughttheDuke’sMasterofAssassins.
