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“
The
good
Thufir
is
even
busier
than
I
am
.
You
know
this
planet
’
s
infested
with
Harkonnen
intrigues
.
Besides
,
I
must
try
persuading
some
of
the
trained
spice
hunters
against
leaving
.
They
have
the
option
,
you
know
,
with
the
change
of
fief
—
and
this
planetologist
the
Emperor
and
the
Landsraad
installed
as
Judge
of
the
Change
cannot
be
bought
.
He
’
s
allowing
the
opt
.
About
eight
hundred
trained
hands
expect
to
go
out
on
the
spice
shuttle
and
there
’
s
a
Guild
cargo
ship
standing
by
.
”
“
My
Lord
.
.
.
.
”
She
broke
off
,
hesitating
.
“
Yes
?
”
He
will
not
be
persuaded
against
trying
to
make
this
planet
secure
for
us
,
she
thought
.
And
I
cannot
use
my
tricks
on
him
.
“
At
what
time
will
you
be
expecting
dinner
?
”
she
asked
.
That
’
s
not
what
she
was
going
to
say
,
he
thought
Ah
-
h
-
h
-
h
,
my
Jessica
,
would
that
we
were
somewhere
else
,
anywhere
away
from
this
terrible
place
—
alone
,
the
two
of
us
,
without
a
care
.
“
I
’
ll
eat
in
the
officers
’
mess
at
the
field
,
”
he
said
.
“
Don
’
t
expect
me
until
very
late
.
And
.
.
.
ah
,
I
’
ll
be
sending
a
guardcar
for
Paul
.
I
want
him
to
attend
our
strategy
conference
.
”
He
cleared
his
throat
as
though
to
say
something
else
,
then
,
without
warning
,
turned
and
strode
out
,
headed
for
the
entry
where
she
could
hear
more
boxes
being
deposited
.
His
voice
sounded
once
from
there
,
commanding
and
disdainful
,
the
way
he
always
spoke
to
servants
when
he
was
in
a
hurry
:
“
The
Lady
Jessica
’
s
in
the
Great
Hall
.
Join
her
there
immediately
.
”
The
outer
door
slammed
.
