"'i'll be in my sleeping chambers,' the baron said. 'bring
me that young fellow we bought on gamont, the one with
the lovely eyes. drug him well. i don't feel like wrestling.'"
"'yes, m'lord.'"
"the baron turned away, began moving with his
bouncing, suspensor-buoyed pace toward his chambers.
yes, he thought. the one with the lovely eyes, the one
who looks so much like the young paul atreides."
— Mar 27, 2026 09:05AM
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