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Paul
spoke
hesitantly
:
“
I
was
angry
,
too
—
at
first
.
And
I
blamed
Hawat
.
But
the
threat
came
from
outside
the
house
.
It
was
simple
,
clever
,
and
direct
.
And
it
would
’
ve
succeeded
were
it
not
for
the
training
given
me
by
you
and
many
others
—
including
Hawat
.
”
“
Are
you
defending
him
?
”
the
Duke
demanded
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
He
’
s
getting
old
.
That
’
s
it
.
He
should
be
—
”
“
He
’
s
wise
with
much
experience
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
How
many
of
Hawat
’
s
mistakes
can
you
recall
?
”
“
I
should
be
the
one
defending
him
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
Not
you
.
”
Paul
smiled
.
Leto
sat
down
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
put
a
hand
over
his
son
’
s
.
“
You
’
ve
.
.
.
matured
lately
,
Son
.
”
He
lifted
his
hand
.
“
It
gladdens
me
.
”
He
matched
his
son
’
s
smile
.
“
Hawat
will
punish
himself
.
He
’
ll
direct
more
anger
against
himself
over
this
than
both
of
us
together
could
pour
on
him
.
”
Paul
glanced
toward
the
darkened
windows
beyond
the
map
board
,
looked
at
the
night
’
s
blackness
.
Room
lights
reflected
from
a
balcony
railing
out
there
.
He
saw
movement
and
recognized
the
shape
of
a
guard
in
Atreides
uniform
.
Paul
looked
back
at
the
white
wall
behind
his
father
,
then
down
to
the
shiny
surface
of
the
table
,
seeing
his
own
hands
clenched
into
fists
there
.
