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Halleck
’
s
wispy
blond
hair
trailed
across
barren
spots
on
his
head
.
His
wide
mouth
was
twisted
into
a
pleasant
sneer
,
and
the
scar
of
the
inkvine
whip
slashed
across
his
jawline
seemed
to
move
with
a
life
of
its
own
.
His
whole
air
was
of
casual
,
shoulder
-
set
capability
.
He
came
up
to
the
Duke
,
bowed
.
“
Gurney
,
”
Leto
said
.
“
My
Lord
.
”
He
gestured
with
the
baliset
toward
the
men
in
the
room
.
“
This
is
the
last
of
them
.
I
’
d
have
preferred
coming
in
with
the
first
wave
,
but
.
.
.
.
”
“
There
are
still
some
Harkonnens
for
you
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
Step
aside
with
me
,
Gurney
,
where
we
may
talk
.
”
“
Yours
to
command
,
my
Lord
.
”
They
moved
into
an
alcove
beside
a
coil
-
slot
water
machine
while
the
men
stirred
restlessly
in
the
big
room
.
Halleck
dropped
his
bag
into
a
corner
,
kept
his
grip
on
the
baliset
.
“
How
many
men
can
you
let
Hawat
have
?
”
the
Duke
asked
.
“
Is
Thufir
in
trouble
,
Sire
?
”
“
He
’
s
lost
only
two
agents
,
but
his
advance
men
gave
us
an
excellent
line
on
the
entire
Harkonnen
setup
here
.
If
we
move
fast
we
may
gain
a
measure
of
security
,
the
breathing
space
we
require
.
He
wants
as
many
men
as
you
can
spare
—
men
who
won
’
t
balk
at
a
little
knife
work
.
”
“
I
can
let
him
have
three
hundred
of
my
best
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
Where
shall
I
send
them
?
”
