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his former life pierced his hardened conscience。 Looking down at his bloody hands； he wondered what the delicate and lovely Kailea Vernius would think if she saw him now。 Every time they had known they would see her； C'tair and his brother had taken extraordinary care to groom themselves properly； wear dashing clothes； add a dab of cologne。
He spared just an instant to mourn what the Tleilaxu had forced him to bee。。。and then wondered if Kailea had been changed as well； by whatever ordeals she had endured。 He realized he didn't even know if she was still alive。 C'tair swallowed hard。
But he wouldn't survive long； either； if he didn't erase the evidence of his crime and disappear back into his hiding chamber。
The Tleilaxu investigator was surprisingly heavy for his size； suggesting a dense bone structure。 He dumped the gray…skinned body into a nullentropy bin； the sun would burn out in the Ixian sky before the corpse began to rot。
After wiping himself clean and changing his clothes； C'tair set to work on the primary task at hand。 He eagerly took the stolen scanner back to his workbench。
It was fairly easy to figure out how to operate the unit。 Its controls were rudimentary： a black touch pad and an amber screen that identified machines and technological traces。 Markings were in a Tleilaxu code language； which he deciphered easily by speaking the words into a decrypter he had smuggled into the shielded room during the first frantic days after the takeover。
Understanding the innards of the Tleilaxu scanner posed a far more difficult problem。 C'tair had to work with extreme caution because of the probable existence of a proprietary anti tampering system that could melt down interior parts。 He didn't dare take a tool to the scanner and attempt to pry it open。 He would have to use passive methods。
Again he wished the spirit of old Rogo might reappear to provide valuable advice。 C'tair felt very much alone in this all…but…forgotten room； and at times had to fight off the temptation to feel sorry for himself。 He found strength in the realization that he was doing something extremely important。 The future of Ix might rest on what covert battles he managed to win。
He had to survive and keep his hiding place intact； since his protective cocoon housed the important transspace municator。 Before long； he might also find a way of locating the survivors of House Vernius and render valuable assistance to them。 Perhaps he was the only survivor who could liberate his beloved world。
And to protect the shielded room； C'tair needed to figure out the damnable Tleilaxu scanner。。。。
Finally； after days of frustration； he used a sounding device in the hope of creating a reflected schematic of the scanner's interior。 To his surprise something clicked。 He set the scanner down on the workbench and backed away。 Then； approaching again to examine the device closely； C'tair found that a seam had opened on one side。 He applied pressure on each side of the split and pulled。
The scanner opened without exploding or melting down。 Before his delighted eyes he discovered not only the guts of the unit； but also a pin…activated holoprojector that caused a User Guide image to appear in the air a dapper holo…man happy to explain everything about the scanner。
Helpful and cheery； the User Guide had no concerns about a petitor stealing the technology of the unit； since it depended upon the rare and precious 〃Richesian mirror；〃 which no outsider had been able to duplicate。 Constructed of unknown minerals and polymers； such mirrors were thought to contain geodome prisms within prisms。
As C'tair studied the scanner； he grudgingly admired its construction； and for the first time suspected Richesian involvement in the plot against Ix。 The hatreds were long…standing； and Richesians would have gladly assisted in the destruction of their chief rivals。。。。
Now C'tair had to use his own intuitive knowledge； the scraps of ponents； and this Richesian mirror to create a disabling device to block the scanner。 After repeated queries to the annoyingly solicitous Guide； he began to unravel a solution。。。。
THE EVENING MEETING with the black marketers had been nerve…wracking again； with many frightened glances over his shoulder； but what choice did C'tair have？ Only these illicit traders had been able to procure the few ponents he needed for his scan…blocker。
Finally； after making his purchases； he returned to the quiet building overhead； using a biometric ID scrambler card to trick the entrance station into thinking he was a Tleilaxu technician。 As he rode the lift tube up through the former Grand Palais toward his hiding room； C'tair thought of the numerous drawings he had left scattered across his workbench。 He was eager to return to work。
When he stepped out into the corridor； though； C'tair realized he had arrived on the wrong floor。 Instead of windowless doors and storage rooms； this level held a number of offices separated by clear plaz。 Dull orange night…lights burned in the offices； bold； ominous signs on the doors and windows were written in an unknown Tleilaxu language。
He paused； recognizing the place。 He hadn't gone far enough up into the solid rock layers。 Once； he thought angrily； these rooms had been conference chambers； ambassadorial offices； meeting rooms for members of the Court of Earl Vernius。 Now they looked so。。。so functional。
Before he could retreat； C'tair heard something on his left a clank of metal and a scuffing noise and ducked back toward the lift tube to return to his own floor。 Too late。 He'd been seen。
〃You there； stranger！〃 a shadowy man called out in Ixian…accented Galach。 〃e out where we can see you。〃 Probably one of the collaborators an Ixian turncoat who had sold his soul to the enemy at the expense of his own people。
Fumbling with his bioscram card； C'tair trembled at hearing the heavy sounds of approaching boots。 He swiped the card through the lift…control reader。 More voices called out。 He expected weapons fire at any moment。
After an interminable instant； the lift tube opened but as he dashed through the doorway； C'tair accidentally dropped the bag containing the parts he had just purchased。 No time to retrieve it。
With a muttered curse he dived into the lift and ordered the correct floor in a harsh； manding whisper。 Just in time； the door clicked shut； and the sound of voices faded。 He worried that the guards might disable the lift or call in Sardaukar so he needed to exit quickly。 It seemed to take forever to reach his floor。
The door opened； and C'tair peered out carefully； looking right and left。 No signs of anyone here。 Reaching back into the lift tube； he programmed it to stop at four other floors； then sent it off empty to soar even higher into the crustal passages。
Seconds later； C'tair stood sweating in the sanctuary of his shielded chamber； thankful to have escaped with his life； but angry at himself for his carelessness。 He had lost the precious ponents； and also given the Tleilaxu a clue as to what he had been up to。
Now they would be looking for him specifically。
We all live in the shadows of our predecessors for a time。 But we who determine the fate of planets eventually reach the point at which we bee not the shadows； but the light itself。
…PRINCE RAPHAEL CORRINO；
Discourses on Leadership
As an official member of the Federated Council of Great and Minor Houses； Duke Leto Atreides embarked on a Heighliner and traveled to Kaitain for the next Landsraad meeting。 Wearing his formal mantle off…planet for the first time； he thought he had recovered enough from the loss of his father to make a major public appearance。
After Leto had made his decision to attend； Thufir Hawat and several other Atreides protocol advisors had locked themselves with him in Castle meeting rooms to give him crash courses in diplomacy。 The advisors hovered around him like stern teachers； insisting that he be brought up to speed on all the social； economic； and political factors a Duke must take into account。 Harsh glowglobes lit the stone…walled room； while a sea breeze drifted in through the open window； bringing with it the sound of crashing waves and screaming gulls。 Despite
