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Book Three: The Prophet
Thebargain’smade.ButI’llnotalwaysneedyou.And...someday...
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Deepinthehumanunconsciousisapervasiveneedforalogicaluniversethatmakessense.Buttherealuniverseisalwaysonestepbeyondlogic.
—from“TheSayingsofMuad’Dib”bythePrincessIrulan
I’VESATacrossfrommanyrulersofGreatHouses,butneverseenamoregrossanddangerouspigthanthisone,ThufirHawattoldhimself.
“Youmayspeakplainlywithme,Hawat,”theBaronrumbled.Heleanedbackinhissuspensorchair,theeyesintheirfoldsoffatboringintoHawat.
TheoldMentatlookeddownatthetablebetweenhimandtheBaronVladimirHarkonnen,notingtheopulenceofitsgrain.EventhiswasafactortoconsiderinassessingtheBaron,asweretheredwallsofthisprivateconferenceroomandthefaintsweetherbscentthathungontheair,maskingadeepermusk.
“Youdidn’thavemesendthatwarningtoRabbanasanidlewhim,”theBaronsaid.
Hawat’sleatheryoldfaceremainedimpassive,betrayingnoneoftheloathinghefelt.“Isuspectmanythings,myLord,”hesaid.
“Yes.Well,IwishtoknowhowArrakisfiguresinyoursuspicionsaboutSalusaSecundus.ItisnotenoughthatyousaytometheEmperorisinafermentaboutsomeassociationbetweenArrakisandhismysteriousprisonplanet.Now,IrushedthewarningouttoRabbanonlybecausethecourierhadtoleaveonthatHeighliner.Yousaidtherecouldbenodelay.Wellandgood.ButnowIwillhaveanexplanation.”
Hebabblestoomuch,Hawatthought.
