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She
sighed
.
“
You
’
re
right
.
It
’
s
not
worthy
.
”
Again
,
she
hugged
herself
,
pressing
the
sheathed
crysknife
against
her
flesh
and
thinking
of
the
unfinished
business
it
represented
.
“
There
’
ll
be
much
bloodshed
soon
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
Harkonnens
won
’
t
rest
until
they
’
re
dead
or
my
Duke
destroyed
.
The
Baron
cannot
forget
that
Leto
is
a
cousin
of
the
royal
blood
—
no
matter
what
the
distance
—
while
the
Harkonnen
titles
came
out
of
the
CHOAM
pocketbook
.
But
the
poison
in
him
,
deep
in
his
mind
,
is
the
knowledge
that
an
Atreides
had
a
Harkonnen
banished
for
cowardice
after
the
Battle
of
Corrin
.
”
“
The
old
feud
,
”
Yueh
muttered
.
And
for
a
moment
he
felt
an
acid
touch
of
hate
.
The
old
feud
had
trapped
him
in
its
web
,
killed
his
Wanna
or
—
worse
—
left
her
for
Harkonnen
tortures
until
her
husband
did
their
bidding
.
The
old
feud
had
trapped
him
and
these
people
were
part
of
that
poisonous
thing
.
The
irony
was
that
such
deadliness
should
come
to
flower
here
on
Arrakis
,
the
one
source
in
the
universe
of
melange
,
the
prolonger
of
life
,
the
giver
of
health
.
“
What
are
you
thinking
?
”
she
asked
.
“
I
am
thinking
that
the
spice
brings
six
hundred
and
twenty
thousand
solaris
the
decagram
on
the
open
market
right
now
.
That
is
wealth
to
buy
many
things
.
”
“
Does
greed
touch
even
you
,
Wellington
?
”
“
Not
greed
.
”
“
What
then
?
”
