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“
Here
we
are
!
”
The
voice
was
Duke
Leto
’
s
.
She
whirled
,
saw
him
striding
from
the
arched
passage
to
the
dining
hall
.
His
black
working
uniform
with
red
armorial
hawk
crest
at
the
breast
looked
dusty
and
rumpled
.
“
I
thought
you
might
have
lost
yourself
in
this
hideous
place
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
is
a
cold
house
,
”
she
said
.
She
looked
at
his
tallness
,
at
the
dark
skin
that
made
her
think
of
olive
groves
and
golden
sun
on
blue
waters
.
There
was
woodsmoke
in
the
gray
of
his
eyes
,
but
the
face
was
predatory
:
thin
,
full
of
sharp
angles
and
planes
.
A
sudden
fear
of
him
tightened
her
breast
.
He
had
become
such
a
savage
,
driving
person
since
the
decision
to
bow
to
the
Emperor
’
s
command
.
“
The
whole
city
feels
cold
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
a
dirty
,
dusty
little
garrison
town
,
”
he
agreed
.
“
But
we
’
ll
change
that
.
”
He
looked
around
the
hall
.
“
These
are
public
rooms
for
state
occasions
.
I
’
ve
just
glanced
at
some
of
the
family
apartments
in
the
south
wing
.
They
’
re
much
nicer
.
”
He
stepped
closer
,
touched
her
arm
,
admiring
her
stateliness
.
