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“
That
woman
you
were
talking
to
over
there
,
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
said
.
“
The
little
one
.
Is
she
something
special
to
you
?
A
pet
perhaps
?
Will
she
deserve
my
special
attentions
?
”
Paul
remained
silent
,
probing
with
his
inner
senses
,
examining
the
blood
from
the
wound
,
finding
a
trace
of
soporific
from
the
Emperor
’
s
blade
.
He
realigned
his
own
metabolism
to
match
this
threat
and
change
the
molecules
of
the
soporific
,
but
he
felt
a
thrill
of
doubt
.
They
’
d
been
prepared
with
soporific
on
a
blade
.
A
soporific
.
Nothing
to
alert
a
poison
snooper
,
but
strong
enough
to
slow
the
muscles
it
touched
.
His
enemies
had
their
own
plans
within
plans
,
their
own
stacked
treacheries
.
Again
Feyd
-
Rautha
leaped
,
stabbing
.
Paul
,
the
smile
frozen
on
his
face
,
feinted
with
slowness
as
though
inhibited
by
the
drug
and
at
the
last
instant
dodged
to
meet
the
down
-
flashing
arm
on
the
crysknife
’
s
point
.
Feyd
-
Rautha
ducked
sideways
and
was
out
and
away
,
his
blade
shifted
to
his
left
hand
,
and
the
measure
of
him
that
only
a
slight
paleness
of
jaw
betrayed
the
acid
pain
where
Paul
had
cut
him
.
Let
him
know
his
own
moment
of
doubt
,
Paul
thought
.
Let
him
suspect
poison
.
“
Treachery
!
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
shouted
.
“
He
’
s
poisoned
me
!
I
do
feel
poison
in
my
arm
!
”
Paul
dropped
his
cloak
of
silence
,
said
:
“
Only
a
little
acid
to
counter
the
soporific
on
the
Emperor
’
s
blade
.
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
matched
Paul
’
s
cold
smile
,
lifted
blade
in
left
hand
for
a
mock
salute
.
His
eyes
glared
rage
behind
the
knife
.
