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Book Three: The Prophet
ButI’llnotyetwithholdtheantidotefromhim.Aswordisdangerous,too,Feyd.
Wehavethescabbardforthisone,though.Thepoison’sinhim.Whenwewithdrawtheantidote,deathwillsheathehim.”
“Inaway,it’slikethearena,”Feyd-Rauthasaid.“Feintswithinfeintswithinfeints.Youwatchtoseewhichwaythegladiatorleans,whichwayhelooks,howheholdshisknife.”
Henoddedtohimself,seeingthatthesewordspleasedhisuncle,butthinking:Yes!Likethearena!Andthecuttingedgeisthemind!
“Nowyouseehowyouneedme,”theBaronsaid.“I’myetofuse,Feyd.”
Aswordtobewieldeduntilhe’stoobluntforuse,Feyd-Rauthathought.
“Yes,Uncle,”hesaid.
“Andnow,”theBaronsaid,“wewillgodowntotheslavequarters,wetwo.
AndIwillwatchwhileyou,withyourownhands,killallthewomeninthepleasurewing.”
“Uncle!”
“Therewillbeotherwomen,Feyd.ButIhavesaidthatyoudonotmakeamistakecasuallywithme.”
Feyd-Rautha’sfacedarkened.“Uncle,you—”
“Youwillacceptyourpunishmentandlearnsomethingfromit,”theBaronsaid.
Feyd-Rauthametthegloatingstareinhisuncle’seyes.AndImustrememberthisnight,hethought.Andrememberingit,Imustrememberothernights.
“Youwillnotrefuse,”theBaronsaid.
WhatcouldyoudoifIrefused,oldman?Feyd-Rauthaaskedhimself.Butheknewtheremightbesomeotherpunishment,perhapsamoresubtleone,amorebrutallevertobendhim.
“Iknowyou,Feyd,”theBaronsaid.“Youwillnotrefuse.”
Allright,Feyd-Rauthathought.Ineedyounow.Iseethat.
