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They
circled
each
other
,
bare
feet
grating
on
the
floor
,
watching
with
eyes
intent
for
the
slightest
opening
.
“
How
beautifully
you
dance
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
He
’
s
a
talker
,
Paul
thought
.
There
’
s
another
weakness
.
He
grows
uneasy
in
the
face
of
silence
.
“
Have
you
been
shriven
?
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
asked
.
Still
,
Paul
circled
in
silence
.
And
the
old
Reverend
Mother
,
watching
the
fight
from
the
press
of
the
Emperor
’
s
suite
,
felt
herself
trembling
.
The
Atreides
youth
had
called
the
Harkonnen
cousin
.
It
could
only
mean
he
knew
the
ancestry
they
shared
,
easy
to
understand
because
he
was
the
Kwisatz
Haderach
.
But
the
words
forced
her
to
focus
on
the
only
thing
that
mattered
to
her
here
.
This
could
be
a
major
catastrophe
for
the
Bene
Gesserit
breeding
scheme
.
She
had
seen
something
of
what
Paul
had
seen
here
,
that
Feyd
-
Rautha
might
kill
but
not
be
victorious
.
Another
thought
,
though
,
almost
overwhelmed
her
.
Two
end
products
of
this
long
and
costly
program
faced
each
other
in
a
fight
to
the
death
that
might
easily
claim
both
of
them
.
If
both
died
here
that
would
leave
only
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
bastard
daughter
,
still
a
baby
,
an
unknown
,
an
unmeasured
factor
,
and
Alia
,
the
abomination
.
“
Perhaps
you
have
only
pagan
rites
here
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
“
Would
you
like
the
Emperor
’
s
Truthsayer
to
prepare
your
spirit
for
its
journey
?
”
