"I am Yueh," the Doctor said.
"You can relax, Yueh," the man said. "When you dropped the house shields we came right in. Everything's under control here. Is this the Duke?"
"This is the Duke."
"Dead?"
"Merely unconscious. I suggest you tie him."
"Did you do for these others?" He glanced back down the hall where Mapes' body lay.
"More's the pity," Yueh muttered.
"Pity!" the Sardaukar sneered. He advanced, looked down at Leto. "So that's the great Red Duke."
If I had doubts about what this man is, that would end them , Yueh thought. Only the Emperor calls the Atreides the Red Duke .
The Sardaukar reached down, cut the red hawk insignia from Leto's uniform. "Little souvenir," he said. "Where's the ducal signet ring?"
"He doesn't have it on him," Yueh said.
"I can see that!" the Sardaukar snapped.
Yueh stiffened, swallowed. If they press me, bring in a Truthsayer, they'll find out about the ring, about the 'thopter I prepared - all will fail .
"Sometimes the Duke sent the ring with a messenger as surety that an order came directly from him," Yueh said.
"Must be damned trusted messengers," the Sardaukar muttered.
"Aren't you going to tie him?" Yueh ventured.
"How long'll he be unconscious?"
"Two hours or so. I wasn't as precise with his dosage as I was for the woman and boy."
The Sardaukar spurned the Duke with his toe. "This was nothing to fear even when awake. When will the woman and boy awaken?"
"About ten minutes."
"So soon?"
"I was told the Baron would arrive immediately behind his men."
"So he will. You'll wait outside, Yueh." He shot a hard glance at Yueh. "Now!"
Yueh glanced at Leto. "What about . . . "
"He'll be delivered to the Baron all properly trussed like a roast for the oven." Again, the Sardaukar looked at the diamond tattoo on Yueh's forehead. "You're known; you'll be safe enough in the halls. We've no more time for chit-chat, traitor. I hear the others coming."
Traitor , Yueh thought. He lowered his gaze, pressed past the Sardaukar, knowing this as a foretaste of how history would remember him: Yueh the traitor .
He passed more bodies on his way to the front entrance and glanced at them, fearful that one might be Paul or Jessica. All were house troopers or wore Harkonnen uniform.
Harkonnen guards came alert, staring at him as he emerged from the front entrance into flame-lighted night. The palms along the road had been fired to illuminate the house. Black smoke from the flammables used to ignite the trees poured upward through orange flames.
"It's the traitor," someone said.
"The Baron will want to see you soon," another said.
I must get to the 'thopter , Yueh thought. I must put the ducal signet where Paul will find it . And fear struck him: If Idaho suspects me or grows impatient - if he doesn't wait and go exactly where I told him - Jessica and Paul will not be saved from the carnage. I'll be denied even the smallest relief from my act .
The Harkonnen guard released his arm, said "Wait over there out of the way."
Abruptly, Yueh saw himself as cast away in this place of destruction, spared nothing, given not the smallest pity. Idahomust not fail!
Another guard bumped into him, barked: "Stay out of the way, you!"
Even when they've profited by me they despise me . Yueh thought. He straightened himself as he was pushed aside, regained some of his dignity.
"Wait for the Baron!" a guard officer snarled.
Yueh nodded, walked with controlled casualness along the front of the house, turned the corner into shadows out of sight of the burning palms. Quickly, every step betraying his anxiety, Yueh made for the rear yard beneath the conservatory where the 'thopter waited - the craft they had placed there to carry away Paul and his mother.
A guard stood at the open rear door of the house, his attention focused on the lighted hall and men banging through there, searching from room to room.
How confident they were!
Yueh hugged the shadows, worked his way around the 'thopter, eased open the door on the side away from the guard. He felt under the front seats for the Fremkit he had hidden there, lifted a flap and slipped in the ducal signet. He felt the crinkling of the spice paper there, the note he had written, pressed the ring into the paper. He removed his hand, resealed the pack.
Softly, Yueh closed the 'thopter door, worked his way back to the corner of the house and around toward the flaming trees.
Now, it is done , he thought.
Once more, he emerged into the light of the blazing palms. He pulled his cloak around him, stared at the flames. Soon I will know. Soon I will see the Baron and I will know. And the Baron - he will encounter a small tooth .
There is a legend that the instant the Duke Leto Atreides died a meteor streaked across the skies above his ancestral palace on Caladan.
- the Princess Irulan: "Introduction to A Child's History of Muad'Dib"
The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen stood at a viewport of the grounded lighter he was using as a command post. Out the port he saw the flame-lighted night of Arrakeen. His attention focused on the distant Shield Wall where his secret weapon was doing its work.
Explosive artillery.
The guns nibbled at the caves where the Duke's fighting men had retreated for a last-ditch stand. Slowly measured bites of orange glare, showers of rock and dust in the brief illumination - and the Duke's men were being sealed off to die by starvation, caught like animals in their burrows.
The Baron could feel the distant chomping - a drumbeat carried to him through the ship's metal: broomp . . . broomp . Then: BROOMP-broomp!