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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Soft-soledslipperscoveredhissmallfeet.
LadyFenring,notingtheyoungman’spoiseandthesureflowofmusclesbeneaththetunicthought:Here’sonewhowon’tlethimselfgotofat.
TheBaronstoppedinfrontofthem,tookFeyd-Rautha’sarminapossessivegrip,said,“Mynephew,thena-Baron,Feyd-RauthaHarkonnen.”And,turninghisbaby-fatfacetowardFeyd-Rautha,hesaid,“TheCountandLadyFenringofwhomI’vespoken.”
Feyd-Rauthadippedhisheadwiththerequiredcourtesy.HestaredattheLadyFenring.Shewasgolden-hairedandwillowy,herperfectionoffigureclothedinaflowinggownofecru—simplefitnessofformwithoutornament.
Gray-greeneyesstaredbackathim.ShehadthatBeneGesseritserenereposeaboutherthattheyoungmanfoundsubtlydisturbing.
“Um-m-m-m-ah-hm-m-m-m,”saidtheCount.HestudiedFeyd-Rautha.
“The,hm-m-m-m,preciseyoungman,ah,my...hm-m-m-m...dear?”TheCountglancedattheBaron.“MydearBaron,yousayyou’vespokenofustothispreciseyoungman?Whatdidyousay?”
“ItoldmynephewofthegreatesteemourEmperorholdsforyou,CountFenring,”theBaronsaid,Andhethought:Markhimwell,Feyd!Akillerwiththemannersofarabbit—thisisthemostdangerouskind.
“Ofcourse!”saidtheCount,andhesmiledathislady.
Feyd-Rauthafoundtheman’sactionsandwordsalmostinsulting.Theystoppedjustshortofsomethingovertthatwouldrequirenotice.TheyoungmanfocusedhisattentionontheCount:asmallman,weak-looking.Thefacewasweaselishwithoverlargedarkeyes.Therewasgrayatthetemples.
