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Halleck
stopped
in
the
act
of
turning
away
,
caught
Leto
’
s
eye
.
“
Are
you
anticipating
that
kind
of
trouble
,
Sire
?
I
thought
there
was
a
Judge
of
the
Change
here
.
”
“
Both
open
battle
and
secret
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
There
’
ll
be
blood
aplenty
spilled
here
before
we
’
re
through
.
”
“
‘
And
the
water
which
thou
takest
out
of
the
river
shall
become
blood
upon
the
dry
land
,
’
”
Halleck
quoted
.
The
Duke
sighed
.
“
Hurry
back
,
Gurney
.
”
“
Very
good
,
m
‘
Lord
.
”
The
whipscar
rippled
to
his
grin
.
“
‘
Behold
,
as
a
wild
ass
in
the
desert
,
go
I
forth
to
my
work
.
’
”
He
turned
,
strode
to
the
center
of
the
room
,
paused
to
relay
his
orders
,
hurried
on
through
the
men
.
Leto
shook
his
head
at
the
retreating
back
.
Halleck
was
a
continual
amazement
—
a
head
full
of
songs
,
quotations
,
and
flowery
phrases
.
.
.
and
the
heart
of
an
assassin
when
it
came
to
dealing
with
the
Harkonnens
.
Presently
,
Leto
took
a
leisurely
diagonal
course
across
to
the
lift
,
acknowledging
salutes
with
a
casual
hand
wave
.
He
recognized
a
propaganda
corpsman
,
stopped
to
give
him
a
message
that
could
be
relayed
to
the
men
through
channels
:
those
who
had
brought
their
women
would
want
to
know
the
women
were
safe
and
where
they
could
be
found
.
The
others
would
wish
to
know
that
the
population
here
appeared
to
boast
more
women
than
men
.
The
Duke
slapped
the
propaganda
man
on
the
arm
,
a
signal
that
the
message
had
top
priority
to
be
put
out
immediately
,
then
continued
across
the
room
.
He
nodded
to
the
men
,
smiled
,
traded
pleasantries
with
a
subaltern
.
Command
must
always
look
confident
,
he
thought
.
All
that
faith
riding
on
your
shoulders
while
you
sit
in
the
critical
seat
and
never
show
it
.
