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Book Two: Muad‘dib
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“Whataboutthesmugglers?”
“Noonebelievessmugglers,Rabban.Theyaretolerated,butnotbelieved.
Atanyrate,you’llbespreadingsomebribesinthatquarter...andtakingothermeasureswhichI’msureyoucanthinkof.”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
“TwothingsfromArrakis,then,Rabban:incomeandamercilessfist.Youmustshownomercyhere.Thinkoftheseclodsaswhattheyare—slavesenviousoftheirmastersandwaitingonlytheopportunitytorebel.Nottheslightestvestigeofpityormercymustyoushowthem.”
“Canoneexterminateanentireplanet?”Rabbanasked.
“Exterminate?”SurpriseshowedintheswiftturningoftheBaron’shead.
“Whosaidanythingaboutexterminating?”
“Well,Ipresumedyouweregoingtobringinnewstockand—”
“Isaidsqueeze,Nephew,notexterminate.Don’twastethepopulation,merelydrivethemintouttersubmission.Youmustbethecarnivore,myboy.”
Hesmiled,ababy’sexpressioninthedimple-fatface.“Acarnivoreneverstops.
Shownomercy.Neverstop.Mercyisachimera.Itcanbedefeatedbythestomachrumblingitshunger,bythethroatcryingitsthirst.Youmustbealwayshungryandthirsty.”TheBaroncaressedhisbulgesbeneaththesuspensors.
“Likeme.”
“Isee,m’Lord.”
Rabbanswunghisgazeleftandright.
“It’sallclearthen,Nephew?”
“Exceptforonething,Uncle:theplanetologist,Kynes.”
“Ah,yes,Kynes.”
“He’stheEmperor’sman,m’Lord.Hecancomeandgoashepleases.Andhe’sveryclosetotheFremen...marriedone.”
“Kyneswillbedeadbytomorrow’snightfall.
