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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Yes.Idobelieveit.YouwillremindtheSardaukarcommanderofmyrenownatobtaininginformationfromreluctantsubjects.”
Nefudlookedunhappy.“Yes,m’Lord.”
“YouwilltelltheSardaukarcommanderthatIwishtoquestionbothHawatandthisKynesatthesametime,playingoneoffagainsttheother.Hecanunderstandthatmuch,Ithink.”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
“Andoncewehavetheminourhands....”TheBaronnodded.
“M’Lord,theSardaukarwillwantanobserverwithyouduringany...questioning.”
“I’msurewecanproduceanemergencytodrawoffanyunwantedobservers,Nefud.”
“Iunderstand,m’Lord.That’swhenKynescanhavehisaccident.”
“BothKynesandHawatwillhaveaccidentsthen,Nefud.ButonlyKyneswillhavearealaccident.It’sHawatIwant.Yes.Ah,yes.”
Nefudblinked,swallowed.Heappearedabouttoaskaquestion,butremainedsilent.
“Hawatwillbegivenbothfoodanddrink,”theBaronsaid.“Treatedwithkindness,withsympathy.InhiswateryouwilladministertheresidualpoisondevelopedbythelatePiterdeVries.AndyouwillseethattheantidotebecomesaregularpartofHawat’sdietfromthispointon...unlessIsayotherwise.”
“Theantidote,yes.”Nefudshookhishead.“But—”
“Don’tbedense,Nefud.TheDukealmostkilledmewiththatpoison-capsuletooth.ThegasheexhaledintomypresencedeprivedmeofmymostvaluableMentat,Piter.Ineedareplacement.”
“Hawat?”
“Hawat.”
“But—”
“You’regoingtosayHawat’scompletelyloyaltotheAtreides.True,buttheAtreidesaredead.Wewillwoohim.
