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           Ashefocusedonthisthought,Feyd-Rauthabecameconsciousoftheeruptionofnoisefromthestandsandgalleriesaroundhim.Theywerecheeringwithutterabandon.

           Feyd-Rauthaturned,lookingupatthem.

           AllwerecheeringexcepttheBaron,whosatwithhandtochinindeepcontemplation—andtheCountandhislady,bothofwhomwerestaringdownathim,theirfacesmaskedbysmiles.

           CountFenringturnedtohislady,said:“Ah-h-h-um-m-m,aresourcefulum-m-m-myoungman.Eh,mm-m-m-ah,mydear?”

           “Hisah-h-hsynapticresponsesareveryswift,”shesaid.

           TheBaronlookedather,attheCount,returnedhisattentiontothearena,thinking:Ifsomeonecouldgetthatclosetooneofmine!Ragebegantoreplacehisfear.I’llhavetheslavemasterdeadoveraslowfirethisnight...andifthisCountandhisladyhadahandinit....

           TheconversationintheBaron’sboxwasremotemovementtoFeyd-Rautha,thevoicesdrownedinthefoot-stampingchantthatcamenowfromallaround:

           “Head!Head!Head!Head!”

           TheBaronscowled,seeingthewayFeyd-Rauthaturnedtohim.Languidly,controllinghisragewithdifficulty,theBaronwavedhishandtowardtheyoungmanstandinginthearenabesidethesprawledbodyoftheslave.Givetheboyahead.Heearneditbyexposingtheslavemaster.

           Feyd-Rauthasawthesignalofagreement,thought:Theythinktheyhonorme.LetthemseewhatIthink!

           Hesawhishandlersapproachingwithasaw-knifetodothehonors,wavedthemback,repeatedthegestureastheyhesitated.Theythinktheyhonormewithjustahead!hethought.