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“
Why
don
’
t
you
speak
?
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
demanded
.
Paul
resumed
his
probing
circle
,
allowing
himself
a
cold
smile
at
the
tone
of
unease
in
Feyd
-
Rautha
’
s
voice
,
evidence
that
the
pressure
of
silence
was
building
.
“
You
smile
,
eh
?
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
asked
.
And
he
leaped
in
mid
-
sentence
.
Expecting
the
slight
hesitation
,
Paul
almost
failed
to
evade
the
downflash
of
blade
,
felt
its
tip
scratch
his
left
arm
.
He
silenced
the
sudden
pain
there
,
his
mind
flooded
with
realization
that
the
earlier
hesitation
had
been
a
trick
—
an
overfeint
.
Here
was
more
of
an
opponent
than
he
had
expected
.
There
would
be
tricks
within
tricks
within
tricks
.
“
Your
own
Thufir
Hawat
taught
me
some
of
my
skills
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
“
He
gave
me
first
blood
.
Too
bad
the
old
fool
didn
’
t
live
to
see
it
.
”
And
Paul
recalled
that
Idaho
had
once
said
,
“
Expect
only
what
happens
in
the
fight
.
That
way
you
’
ll
never
be
surprised
.
”
Again
the
two
circled
each
other
,
crouched
,
cautious
.
Paul
saw
the
return
of
elation
to
his
opponent
,
wondered
at
it
.
Did
a
scratch
signify
that
much
to
the
man
?
Unless
there
were
poison
on
the
blade
!
But
how
could
there
be
?
His
own
men
had
handled
the
weapon
,
snooped
it
before
passing
it
.
They
were
too
well
trained
to
miss
an
obvious
thing
like
that
.
