"What bargain, Uncle?" And Feyd-Rautha felt proud that his voice remained calm and reasonable, betraying none of the elation that filled him.
The Baron, too, noted the control. He nodded. "You're good material, Feyd. I don't waste good material. You persist, however, in refusing to learn my true value to you. You are obstinate. You do not see why I should be preserved as someone of the utmost value to you. This . . . " He gestured at the evidence of the struggle in the bedchamber. "This was foolishness. I do not reward foolishness."
Get to the point, you old fool! Feyd-Rautha thought.
"You think of me as an old fool," the Baron said. "I must dissuade you of that."
"You speak of a bargain."
"Ah, the impatience of youth," the Baron said. "Well, this is the substance of it, then: You will cease these foolish attempts on my life. And I, when you
are ready for it, will step aside in your favor. I will retire to an advisory position, leaving you in the seat of power."
"Retire, Uncle?"
"You still think me the fool," the Baron said, "and this but confirms it, eh? You think I'm begging you! Step cautiously, Feyd. This old fool saw through the shielded needle you'd planted in that slave boy's thigh. Right where I'd put my hand on it, eh? The smallest pressure and -- snick! A poison needle in the old fool's palm! Ah-h-h, Feyd . . . "
The Baron shook his head, thinking: It would've worked, too, if Hawat hadn't warned me. Well, let the lad believe I saw the plot on my own. In a way, I did.
I was the one who saved Hawat from the wreckage of Arrakis. And this lad needs greater respect for my prowess.
Feyd-Rautha remained silent, struggling, with himself. Is he being truthful?
Does he really mean to retire? Why not? I'm sure to succeed him one day if I move carefully. He can't live forever. Perhaps it was foolish to try hurrying the process.
"You speak of a bargain," Feyd-Rautha said. "What pledge do we give to bind it?"
"How can we trust each other, eh?" the Baron asked. "Well, Feyd, as for you: I'm setting Thufir Hawat to watch over you. I trust Hawat's Mentat capabilities in this. Do you understand me? And as for me, you'll have to take me on faith.
But I can't live forever, can I, Feyd? And perhaps you should begin to suspect now that there're things I know which you should know."
"I give you my pledge and what do you give me?" Feyd-Rautha asked.
"I let you go on living," the Baron said.
Again, Feyd-Rautha studied his uncle. He sets Hawat over me! What would he say if I told him Hawat planned the trick with the gladiator that cost him his slavemaster? He'd likely say I was lying in the attempt to discredit Hawat. No, the good Thufir is a Mentat and has anticipated this moment.
"Well, what do you say?" the Baron asked.
"What can I say? I accept, of course."
And Feyd-Rautha thought: Hawat! He plays both ends against the middle . . .
is that it? Has he moved to my uncle's camp because I didn't counsel with him over the slave boy attempt?
"You haven't said anything about my setting Hawat to watch you," the Baron said.
Feyd-Rautha betrayed anger by a flaring of nostrils. The name of Hawat had been a danger signal in the Harkonnen family for so many years . . . and now it had a new meaning: still dangerous.
"Hawat's a dangerous toy," Feyd-Rautha said.
"Toy! Don't be stupid. I know what I have in Hawat and how to control it.
Hawat has deep emotions, Feyd. The man without emotions is the one to fear. But deep emotions . . . ah, now, those can be bent to your needs."
"Uncle, I don't understand you."
"Yes, that's plain enough."
Only a flicker of eyelids betrayed the passage of resentment through Feyd-Rautha.
"And you do not understand Hawat," the Baron said.
Nor do you! Feyd-Rautha thought.
"Who does Hawat blame for his present circumstances?" the Baron asked. "Me?
Certainly. But he was an Atreides tool and bested me for years until the Imperium took a hand. That's how he sees it. His hate for me is a casual thing now. He believes he can best me any time. Believing this, he is bested. For I direct his attention where I want it -- against the Imperium."
Tensions of a new understanding drew tight lines across Feyd-Rautha's forehead, thinned his mouth. "Against the Emperor?"
Let my dear nephew try the taste of that, the Baron thought. Let him say to himself: "The Emperor Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen!" Let him ask himself how much that's worth. Surely it must be worth the life of one old uncle who could make that dream come to pass!
Slowly, Feyd-Rautha wet his lips with his tongue. Could it be true what the old fool was saying? There was more here than there seemed to be.
"And what has Hawat to do with this?" Feyd-Rautha asked.
"He thinks he uses us to wreak his revenge upon the Emperor."
