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Book Three: The Prophet
“AndyoudonotunderstandHawat,”theBaronsaid.
Nordoyou!Feyd-Rauthathought.
“WhodoesHawatblameforhispresentcircumstances?”theBaronasked.
“Me?Certainly.ButhewasanAtreidestoolandbestedmeforyearsuntiltheImperiumtookahand.That’showheseesit.Hishateformeisacasualthingnow.Hebelieveshecanbestmeanytime.Believingthis,heisbested.ForIdirecthisattentionwhereIwantit—againsttheImperium.”
TensionsofanewunderstandingdrewtightlinesacrossFeyd-Rautha’sforehead,thinnedhismouth.“AgainsttheEmperor?”
Letmydearnephewtrythetasteofthat,theBaronthought.Lethimsaytohimself:“TheEmperorFeyd-RauthaHarkonnen!”Lethimaskhimselfhowmuchthat’sworth.Surelyitmustbeworththelifeofoneoldunclewhocouldmakethatdreamcometopass!
Slowly,Feyd-Rauthawethislipswithhistongue.Coulditbetruewhattheoldfoolwassaying?Therewasmoreherethanthereseemedtobe.
“AndwhathasHawattodowiththis?”Feyd-Rauthaasked.
“HethinksheusesustowreakhisrevengeupontheEmperor.”
“Andwhenthat’saccomplished?”
“Hedoesnotthinkbeyondhisrevenge.Hawat’samanwhomustserveothers,anddoesn’tevenknowthisabouthimself.”
“I’velearnedmuchfromHawat,”Feyd-Rauthaagreed,andfeltthetruthofthewordsashespokethem.“ButthemoreIlearn,themoreIfeelweshoulddisposeofhim...andsoon.”
“Youdon’tliketheideaofhiswatchingyou?”
“Hawatwatcheseverybody.”
“Andhemayputyouonathrone.Hawatissubtle.Heisdangerous,devious.
