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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Abovetheundiminishedfrenzyofthecrowd,hecalled:“Afete,Uncle?”
Thenoisebegantosubsideaspeoplesawtheconversationandwaited.
“Inyourhonor,Feyd!”theBaroncalleddown.Andagain,hecausedthepennanttobedippedinsignal.
Acrossthearena,thepru-barriershadbeendroppedandyoungmenwereleapingdownintothearena,racingtowardFeyd-Rautha.
“Youorderedthepru-shieldsdropped,Baron?”theCountasked.
“Noonewillharmthelad,”theBaronsaid.“He’sahero.”
ThefirstofthechargingmassreachedFeyd-Rautha,liftedhimontheirshoulders,beganparadingaroundthearena.
“HecouldwalkunarmedandunshieldedthroughthepoorestquartersofHarkotonight,”theBaronsaid.“They’dgivehimthelastoftheirfoodanddrinkjustforhiscompany.”
TheBaronpushedhimselffromhischair,settledhisweightintohissuspensors.“Youwillforgiveme,please.Therearemattersthatrequiremyimmediateattention.Theguardwillseeyoutothekeep.”
TheCountarose,bowed.“Certainly,Baron.We’relookingforwardtothefete.I’veah-h-h-mm-m-mneverseenaHarkonnenfete.”
“Yes,”theBaronsaid.“Thefete.”Heturned,wasenvelopedbyguardsashesteppedintotheprivateexitfromthebox.
AguardcaptainbowedtoCountFenring.“Yourorders,myLord?”
“Wewillah-h-hwaitfortheworstmm-m-mcrushtoum-m-mpass,”theCountsaid.
“Yes,m’Lord.”Themanbowedhimselfbackthreepaces.
