"I'd stake my reputation on it, m'Lord."

"If the

"They . . . ah, fled together to a place in the desert where it's apparent

His reputation!

"Have the man killed," the Baron said.

"For what purpose do you come here rattling your armor?" the Baron roared.

Look at the chicken, the Baron thought. I am surrounded by such useless

peek at it.

His reputation!

"Yes, m'Lord."

Kynes under mysterious circumstances . . . I might even say suspicious

Fremen nest. They have Kynes in custody now."

"Get him away from them. Say I wish to question him."

"Is there more to this . . . report?"

"To tell me a thing is certain when it is not? Do you think I'll praise you for

"How many did we lose?"

He's lying, the Baron thought. It must've been pretty bad.

"M'Lord! Kynes is the Imperial Planetologist, His Majesty's own serv--"

"How many did we lose?"

the boy and his mother were hiding. In the excitement of the chase, several of

the boy and his mother were hiding. In the excitement of the chase, several of

"M'Lord! Kynes is the Imperial Planetologist, His Majesty's own serv--"

"M'Lord--"

"I'm . . . ah, not sure yet, m'Lord."

"M'Lord--"

"M'Lord--"

"For what purpose do you come here rattling your armor?" the Baron roared.

"So?"

"I'd stake my reputation on it, m'Lord."