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“
Muad
’
Dib
.
”
Paul
opened
his
eyes
to
see
Stilgar
’
s
black
-
bearded
visage
above
him
,
the
dark
eyes
glaring
with
battle
light
.
“
You
’
ve
found
the
body
of
the
old
Baron
,
”
Paul
said
.
A
hush
of
the
person
settled
over
Stilgar
.
“
How
could
you
know
?
”
he
whispered
.
“
We
just
found
the
body
in
that
great
pile
of
metal
the
Emperor
built
.
”
Paul
ignored
the
question
,
seeing
Gurney
return
accompanied
by
two
Fremen
who
supported
a
captive
Sardaukar
.
“
Here
’
s
one
of
them
,
m
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
He
signed
to
the
guard
to
hold
the
captive
five
paces
in
front
of
Paul
.
The
Sardaukar
’
s
eyes
,
Paul
noted
,
carried
a
glazed
expression
of
shock
.
A
blue
bruise
stretched
from
the
bridge
of
his
nose
to
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
He
was
of
the
blond
,
chisel
-
featured
caste
,
the
look
that
seemed
synonymous
with
rank
among
the
Sardaukar
,
yet
there
were
no
insignia
on
his
torn
uniform
except
the
gold
buttons
with
the
Imperial
crest
and
the
tattered
braid
of
his
trousers
.
“
I
think
this
one
’
s
an
officer
,
m
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
Paul
nodded
,
said
:
“
I
am
the
Duke
Paul
Atreides
.
Do
you
understand
that
,
man
?
”
The
Sardaukar
stared
at
him
unmoving
.
