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Book Three: The Prophet
“That’sunimportantnow,”theBaronsaid.“Feydhasbeatentheslavemasteratcheops.Didyouhearthat?”
“Yes...Sire.”
“Iwishyoutotakethreemenandgototheslavemaster,”theBaronsaid.
“Garrotetheslavemaster.Bringhisbodytomewhenyou’vefinishedthatImayseeitwasdoneproperly.Wecannothavesuchineptchessplayersinouremploy.”
Feyd-Rauthawentpale,tookastepforward.“But,Uncle,I—”
“Later,Feyd,”theBaronsaid,andwavedahand.“Later.”
ThetwoguardswhohadgonetotheBaron’squartersfortheslaveboy’sbodystaggeredpasttheantechamberdoorwiththeirloadsaggingbetweenthem,armstrailing.TheBaronwatcheduntiltheywereoutofsight.
NefudsteppedupbesidetheBaron.“Youwishmetokilltheslavemaster,now,myLord?”
“Now,”theBaronsaid.“Andwhenyou’vefinished,addthosetwowhojustpassedtoyourlist.Idon’tlikethewaytheycarriedthatbody.Oneshoulddosuchthingsneatly.I’llwishtoseetheircarcasses,too.”
Nefudsaid,“MyLord,isitanythingthatI’ve—”
“Doasyourmasterhasordered,”Feyd-Rauthasaid.Andhethought:AllIcanhopefornowistosavemyownskin.
Good!theBaronthought.Heyetknowshowtocuthislosses.AndtheBaronsmiledinwardlyathimself,thinking:Theladknows,too,whatwillpleasemeandbemostapttostaymywrathfromfallingonhim.HeknowsImustpreservehim.WhoelsedoIhavewhocouldtakethereinsImustleavesomeday?Ihavenootherascapable.Buthemustlearn!AndImustpreservemyselfwhilehe’slearning.
