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Book Three: The Prophet

           

           Paultwistedhislefthandfree,aidedbythelubricationofbloodfromhisarm,thrustoncehardupunderneathFeyd-Rautha’sjaw.Thepointslidhomeintothebrain.Feyd-Rauthajerkedandsaggedback,stillheldpartlyonhissidebytheneedleimbeddedinthefloor.

           Breathingdeeplytorestorehiscalm,Paulpushedhimselfawayandgottohisfeet.Hestoodoverthebody,knifeinhand,raisedhiseyeswithdeliberateslownesstolookacrosstheroomattheEmperor.

           “Majesty,”Paulsaid,“yourforceisreducedbyonemore.Shallwenowshedshamandpretense?Shallwenowdiscusswhatmustbe?YourdaughterwedtomeandthewayopenedforanAtreidestositonthethrone.”

           TheEmperorturned,lookedatCountFenring.TheCountmethisstaregrayeyesagainstgreen.Thethoughtlaythereclearlybetweenthem,theirassociationsolongthatunderstandingcouldbeachievedwithaglance.

           Killthisupstartforme,theEmperorwassaying.TheAtreidesisyoungandresourceful,yesbutheisalsotiredfromlongeffortandhe’dbenomatchforyou,anyway.Callhimoutnow...youknowthewayofit.Killhim.

           Slowly,Fenringmovedhishead,aprolongedturninguntilhefacedPaul.

           “Doit!”theEmperorhissed.

           TheCountfocusedonPaul,seeingwitheyeshisLadyMargothadtrainedintheBeneGesseritway,awareofthemysteryandhiddengrandeuraboutthisAtreidesyouth.

           Icouldkillhim,Fenringthoughtandheknewthisforatruth.

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