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And
again
,
he
wondered
at
her
unknown
ancestry
—
a
renegade
House
,
perhaps
?
Some
black
-
barred
royalty
?
She
looked
more
regal
than
the
Emperor
’
s
own
blood
.
Under
the
pressure
of
his
stare
,
she
turned
half
away
,
exposing
her
profile
.
And
he
realized
there
was
no
single
and
precise
thing
that
brought
her
beauty
to
focus
.
The
face
was
oval
under
a
cap
of
hair
the
color
of
polished
bronze
.
Her
eyes
were
set
wide
,
as
green
and
clear
as
the
morning
skies
of
Caladan
.
The
nose
was
small
,
the
mouth
wide
and
generous
.
Her
figure
was
good
but
scant
:
tall
and
with
its
curves
gone
to
slimness
.
He
remembered
that
the
lay
sisters
at
the
school
had
called
her
skinny
,
so
his
buyers
had
told
him
.
But
that
description
oversimplified
.
She
had
brought
a
regal
beauty
back
into
the
Atreides
line
.
He
was
glad
that
Paul
favored
her
.
“
Where
’
s
Paul
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Someplace
around
the
house
taking
his
lessons
with
Yueh
.
”
“
Probably
in
the
south
wing
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
thought
I
heard
Yueh
’
s
voice
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
take
time
to
look
.
”
He
glanced
down
at
her
,
hesitating
.
“
I
came
here
only
to
hang
the
key
of
Caladan
Castle
in
the
dining
hall
.
”
She
caught
her
breath
,
stopped
the
impulse
to
reach
out
to
him
.
Hanging
the
key
—
there
was
finality
in
that
action
.
But
this
was
not
the
time
or
place
for
comforting
.
“
I
saw
our
banner
over
the
house
as
we
came
in
,
”
she
said
.
He
glanced
at
the
painting
of
his
father
.
“
Where
were
you
going
to
hang
that
?
”
