"Much depends on you, Duncan. We're going to need at least five battalions of those people before the Sardaukar descend on us."
"This is going to take some doing, Sire. The Fremen are a pretty independent bunch." Idaho hesitated, then: "And, Sire, there's one other thing. One of the mercenaries we knocked over was trying to get this blade from our dead Fremen friend. The mercenary says there's a Harkonnen reward of a million Solaris for anyone who'll bring in a single crysknife."
Leto's chin came up in a movement of obvious surprise. "Why do they want one of those blades so badly?"
"The knife is ground from a sandworm's tooth; it's the mark of the Fremen, Sire. With it, a blue-eyed man could penetrate any sietch in the land. They'd question me unless I were known. I don't look Fremen. But . . . "
"Piter de Vries," the Duke said.
"A man of devilish cunning, my Lord," Hawat said.
Idaho slipped the sheathed knife beneath his tunic.
"Guard that knife," the Duke said.
"I understand, m'Lord." He patted the transceiver on his belt kit. "I'll report soon as possible. Thufir has my call code. Use battle language." He saluted, spun about, and hurried after the Fremen.
They heard his footsteps drumming down the corridor.
A look of understanding passed between Leto and Hawat. They smiled.
"We've much to do, Sire," Halleck said.
"And I keep you from your work," Leto said.
"I have the report on the advance bases," Hawat said. "Shall I give it another time, Sire?"
"Will it take long?"
"Not for a briefing. It's said among the Fremen that there were more than two hundred of these advance bases built here on Arrakis during the Desert Botanical Testing Station period. All supposedly have been abandoned, but there are reports they were sealed off before being abandoned."
"Equipment in them?" the Duke asked.
"According to the reports I have from Duncan."
"Where are they located?" Halleck asked.
"The answer to that question," Hawat said, "is invariably: 'Liet knows.' "
"God knows," Leto muttered.
"Perhaps not. Sire," Hawat said. "You heard this Stilgar use the name. Could he have been referring to a real person?"
"Serving two masters," Halleck said. "It sounds like a religious quotation."
"And you should know," the Duke said.
Halleck smiled.
"This Judge of the Change," Leto said, "the Imperial ecologist--Kynes . . .
Wouldn't he know where those bases are?"
"Sire," Hawat cautioned, "this Kynes is an Imperial servant."
"And he's a long way from the Emperor," Leto said. "I want those bases.
They'd be loaded with materials we could salvage and use for repair of our working equipment."
"Sire!" Hawat said. "Those bases are still legally His Majesty's fief."
"The weather here's savage enough to destroy anything," the Duke said. "We can always blame the weather. Get this Kynes and at least find out if the bases exist."
" 'Twere dangerous to commandeer them," Hawat said. "Duncan was clear on one thing: those bases or the idea of them hold some deep significance for the Fremen. We might alienate the Fremen if we took those bases."
Paul looked at the faces of the men around them, saw the intensity of the way they followed every word. They appeared deeply disturbed by his father's attitude.
"Listen to him, Father," Paul said in a low voice. "He speaks truth."
"Sire," Hawat said, "those bases could give us material to repair every piece of equipment left us, yet be beyond reach for strategic reasons. It'd be rash to move without greater knowledge. This Kynes has arbiter authority from the Imperium. We mustn't forget that. And the Fremen defer to him."
"Do it gently, then," the Duke said. "I wish to know only if those bases exist."
"As you will, Sire." Hawat sat back, lowered his eyes.
"All right, then," the Duke said. "We know what we have ahead of us--work.
We've been trained for it. We've some experience in it. We know what the rewards are and the alternatives are clear enough. You all have your assignments." He looked at Halleck. "Gurney, take care of that smuggler situation first."
