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Book Three: The Prophet
“AnddidInotsaytothatyouweretocheckallslaveboyssenttomeandthatyouweretodothisyourself...personally?”
Again,Nefudnodded.
“Didyou,perchance,notseetheblemishonthethighoftheonesentmethisevening?”theBaronasked.“Isitpossibleyou—”
“Uncle.”
TheBaronwhirled,staredatFeyd-Rauthastandinginthedoorway.Thepresenceofhisnephewhere,now—thelookofhurrythattheyoungmancouldnotquiteconceal—allrevealedmuch.Feyd-RauthahadhisownspysystemfocusedontheBaron.
“ThereisabodyinmychambersthatIwishremoved,”theBaronsaid,andhekepthishandattheprojectileweaponbeneathhisrobes,thankfulthathisshieldwasthebest.
Feyd-Rauthaglancedattwoguardsmenagainsttherightwall,nodded.Thetwodetachedthemselves,scurriedoutthedooranddownthehalltowardtheBaron’sapartments.
Thosetwo,eh?theBaronthought.Ah,thisyoungmonsterhasmuchtolearnyetaboutconspiracy!
“Ipresumeyouleftmatterspeacefulintheslavequarters,Feyd,”theBaronsaid.
“I’vebeenplayingcheopswiththeslavemaster,”Feyd-Rauthasaid,andhethought:Whathasgonewrong?Theboywesenttomyunclehasobviouslybeenkilled.Buthewasperfectforthejob.EvenHawatcouldn’thavemadeabetterchoice.Theboywasperfect!
“Playingpyramidchess,”theBaronsaid.“Hownice.Didyouwin?”
“I...ah,yes,Uncle.”AndFeyd-Rauthastrovetocontainhisdisquiet.
TheBaronsnappedhisfingers.“Nefud,youwishtoberestoredtomygoodgraces?”
“Sire,whathaveIdone?”Nefudquavered.
