The Duke stopped across from Paul, pounded the table: "Hawat told me that house was secure!"
Paul spoke hesitantly: "I was angry, too - at first. And I blamed Hawat. But the threat came from outside the house. It was simple, clever, and direct. And it would've succeeded were it not for the training given me by you and many others - including Hawat."
"Are you defending him?" the Duke demanded.
"Yes."
"He's getting old. That's it. He should be - "
"He's wise with much experience," Paul said. "How many of Hawat's mistakes can you recall?"
"I should be the one defending him," the Duke said. "Not you."
Paul smiled.
Leto sat down at the head of the table, put a hand over his son's. "You've . . . matured lately, Son." He lifted his hand. "It gladdens me." He matched his son's smile. "Hawat will punish himself. He'll direct more anger against himself over this than both of us together could pour on him."
Paul glanced toward the darkened windows beyond the map board, looked at the night's blackness. Room lights reflected from a balcony railing out there. He saw movement and recognized the shape of a guard in Atreides uniform. Paul looked back at the white wall behind his father, then down to the shiny surface of the table, seeing his own hands clenched into fists there.
The door opposite the Duke banged open. Thufir Hawat strode through it looking older and more leathery than ever. He paced down the length of the table, stopped at attention facing Leto.
"My Lord," he said, speaking to a point over Leto's head, "I have just learned how I failed you. It becomes necessary that I tender my resig - "
"Oh, sit down and stop acting the fool," the Duke said. He waved to the chair across from Paul. "If you made a mistake, it was in over estimating the Harkonnens. Their simple minds came up with a simple trick. We didn't count on simple tricks. And my son has been at great pains to point out to me that he came through this largely because of your training. You didn't fail there!" He tapped the back of the empty chair. "Sit down, I say!"
Hawat sank into the chair. "But - "
"I'll hear no more of it," the Duke said. "The incident is past. We have more pressing business. Where are the others?"
"I asked them to wait outside while I - "
"Call them in."
Hawat looked into Leto's eyes. "Sire, I - "
"I know who my true friends are, Thufir," the Duke said. "Call in the men."
Hawat swallowed. "At once, my Lord." He swiveled in the chair, called to the open door: "Gurney, bring them in."
Halleck led the file of men into the room, the staff officers looking grimly serious followed by the younger aides and specialists, an air of eagerness among them. Brief scuffing sounds echoed around the room as the men took seats. A faint smell of rachag stimulant wafted down the table.
"There's coffee for those who want it," the Duke said.
He looked over his men, thinking: They're a good crew. A man could do far worse for this kind of war . He waited while coffee was brought in from the adjoining room and served, noting the tiredness in some of the faces.
Presently, he put on his mask of quiet efficiency, stood up and commanded their attention with a knuckle rap against the table.
"Well, gentlemen," he said, "our civilization appears to've fallen so deeply into the habit of invasion that we cannot even obey a simple order of the Imperium without the old ways cropping up."
Dry chuckles sounded around the table, and Paul realized that his father had said the precisely correct thing in precisely the correct tone to lift the mood here. Even the hint of fatigue in his voice was right.
"I think first we'd better learn if Thufir has anything to add to his report on the Fremen," the Duke said. "Thufir?"
Hawat glanced up. "I've some economic matters to go into after my general report, Sire, but I can say now that the Fremen appear more and more to be the allies we need. They're waiting now to see if they can trust us, but they appear to be dealing openly. They've sent us a gift - stillsuits of their own manufacture . . . maps of certain desert areas surrounding strongpoints the Harkonnens left behind - " He glanced down at the table. "Their intelligence reports have proved completely reliable and have helped us considerably in our dealings with the Judge of the Change. They've also sent some incidental things - jewelry for the Lady Jessica, spice liquor, candy, medicinals. My men are processing the lot right now. There appears to be no trickery."
"You like these people, Thufir?" asked a man down the table.
Hawat turned to face his questioner. "Duncan Idaho says they're to be admired."
Paul glanced at his father, back to Hawat, ventured a question: "Have you any new information on how many Fremen there are?"
Hawat looked at Paul. "From food processing and other evidence, Idaho estimates the cave complex he visited consisted of some ten thousand people, all told. Their leader said he ruled a sietch of two thousand hearths. We've reason to believe there are a great many such sietch communities. All seem to give their allegiance to someone called Liet."
"That's something new," Leto said.
"It could be an error on my part, Sire. There are things to suggest this Liet may be a local deity."
Another man down the table cleared his throat, asked: "Is it certain they deal with the smugglers?"
"A smuggler caravan left this sietch while Idaho was there, carrying a heavy load of spice. They used pack beasts and indicated they faced an eighteen-day journey."