A look of understanding passed between Leto and Hawat. They smiled.
"We've much to do, Sire," Halleck said.
"And I keep you from your work," Leto said.
"I have the report on the advance bases," Hawat said. "Shall I give it another time, Sire?"
"Will it take long?"
"Not for a briefing. It's said among the Fremen that there were more than two hundred of these advance bases built here on Arrakis during the Desert Botanical Testing Station period. All supposedly have been abandoned, but there are reports they were sealed off before being abandoned."
"Equipment in them?" the Duke asked.
"According to the reports I have from Duncan ."
"Where are they located?" Halleck asked.
"The answer to that question," Hawat said, "is invariably: 'Liet knows.' "
"God knows," Leto muttered.
"Perhaps not. Sire," Hawat said. "You heard this Stilgar use the name. Could he have been referring to a real person?"
"Serving two masters," Halleck said. "It sounds like a religious quotation."
"And you should know," the Duke said.
Halleck smiled.
"This Judge of the Change," Leto said, "the Imperial ecologist - Kynes . . . Wouldn't he know where those bases are?"
"Sire," Hawat cautioned, "this Kynes is an Imperial servant."
"And he's a long way from the Emperor," Leto said. "I want those bases. They'd be loaded with materials we could salvage and use for repair of our working equipment."
"Sire!" Hawat said. "Those bases are still legally His Majesty's fief."
"The weather here's savage enough to destroy anything," the Duke said. "We can always blame the weather. Get this Kynes and at least find out if the bases exist."
" 'Twere dangerous to commandeer them," Hawat said. " Duncan was clear on one thing: those bases or the idea of them hold some deep significance for the Fremen. We might alienate the Fremen if we took those bases."
Paul looked at the faces of the men around them, saw the intensity of the way they followed every word. They appeared deeply disturbed by his father's attitude.
"Listen to him, Father," Paul said in a low voice. "He speaks truth."
"Sire," Hawat said, "those bases could give us material to repair every piece of equipment left us, yet be beyond reach for strategic reasons. It'd be rash to move without greater knowledge. This Kynes has arbiter authority from the Imperium. We mustn't forget that. And the Fremen defer to him."
"Do it gently, then," the Duke said. "I wish to know only if those bases exist."
"As you will, Sire." Hawat sat back, lowered his eyes.
"All right, then," the Duke said. "We know what we have ahead of us - work. We've been trained for it. We've some experience in it. We know what the rewards are and the alternatives are clear enough. You all have your assignments." He looked at Halleck. "Gurney, take care of that smuggler situation first."
" 'I shall go unto the rebellious that dwell in the dry land,' " Halleck intoned.
"Someday I'll catch that man without a quotation and he'll look undressed," the Duke said.
Chuckles echoed around the table, but Paul heard the effort in them.
The Duke turned to Hawat. "Set up another command post for intelligence and communications on this floor, Thufir. When you have them ready, I'll want to see you."
Hawat arose, glanced around the room as though seeking support. He turned away, led the procession out of the room. The others moved hurriedly, scraping their chairs on the floor, balling up in little knots of confusion.
It ended up in confusion , Paul thought, staring at the backs of the last men to leave. Always before, Staff had ended on an incisive air. This meeting had just seemed to trickle out, worn down by its own inadequacies, and with an argument to top it off.
For the first time, Paul allowed himself to think about the real possibility of defeat - not thinking about it out of fear or because of warnings such as that of the old Reverend Mother, but facing up to it because of his own assessment of the situation.
My father is desperate , he thought. Things aren't going well for us at all .
And Hawat - Paul recalled how the old Mentat had acted during the conference - subtle hesitations, signs of unrest.
Hawat was deeply troubled by something.
"Best you remain here the rest of the night, Son," the Duke said. "It'll be dawn soon, anyway. I'll inform your mother." He got to his feet, slowly, stiffly. "Why don't you pull a few of these chairs together and stretch out on them for some rest."
"I'm not very tired, sir."
"As you will."
The Duke folded his hands behind him, began pacing up and down the length of the table.
Like a caged animal , Paul thought.
"Are you going to discuss the traitor possibility with Hawat?" Paul asked.
The Duke stopped across from his son, spoke to the dark windows. "We've discussed the possibility many times."
"The old woman seemed so sure of herself," Paul said. "And the message Mother - "
"Precautions have been taken," the Duke said. He looked around the room, and Paul marked the hunted wildness in his father's eyes. "Remain here. There are some things about the command posts I want to discuss with Thufir." He turned, strode out of the room, nodding shortly to the door guards.
Paul stared at the place where his father had stood. The space had been empty even before the Duke left the room. And he recalled the old woman's warning: " - for the father, nothing."