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“
Give
it
,
then
.
”
“
The
Harkonnens
took
ten
billion
solaris
out
of
here
every
three
hundred
and
thirty
Standard
days
.
”
A
muted
gasp
ran
around
the
table
.
Even
the
younger
aides
,
who
had
been
betraying
some
boredom
,
sat
up
straighter
and
exchanged
wide
-
eyed
looks
.
Halleck
murmured
:
“
‘
For
they
shall
suck
of
the
abundance
of
the
seas
and
of
the
treasure
hid
in
the
sand
.
’
”
“
You
see
,
gentlemen
,
”
Leto
said
.
“
Is
there
anyone
here
so
naive
he
believes
the
Harkonnens
have
quietly
packed
up
and
walked
away
from
all
this
merely
because
the
Emperor
ordered
it
?
”
There
was
a
general
shaking
of
heads
,
murmurous
agreement
.
“
We
will
have
to
take
it
at
the
point
of
the
sword
,
”
Leto
said
.
He
turned
to
Hawat
.
“
This
’
d
be
a
good
point
to
report
on
equipment
.
How
many
sandcrawlers
,
harvesters
,
spice
factories
,
and
supporting
equipment
have
they
left
us
?
”
“
A
full
complement
,
as
it
says
in
the
Imperial
inventory
audited
by
the
Judge
of
the
Change
,
my
Lord
,
”
Hawat
said
.
He
gestured
for
an
aide
to
pass
him
a
folder
,
opened
the
folder
on
the
table
in
front
of
him
.
“
They
neglect
to
mention
that
less
than
half
the
crawlers
are
operable
,
that
only
about
a
third
have
carryalls
to
fly
them
to
spice
sands
—
that
everything
the
Harkonnens
left
us
is
ready
to
break
down
and
fall
apart
.
We
’
ll
be
lucky
to
get
half
the
equipment
into
operation
and
luckier
yet
if
a
fourth
of
it
’
s
still
working
six
months
from
now
.
”
“
Pretty
much
as
we
expected
,
”
Leto
said
.
“
What
’
s
the
firm
estimate
on
basic
equipment
?
”
