…remember the tooth.
An Emperor’s Sardaukar.
The duke! Where is the duke!
Not in quarters, sir.
We can’t find the young master either.
Bastards!
No prisoners.
So, as soon as the city is pacified, Piter…
…remove all of the Sardaukar troops
to our frigate.
No trace of the Emperor’s involvement
must ever be found here.
Piter.
A pity she has to remain gagged.
She has such a magnificent mouth.
A pretty mouth
with the sting of a scorpion.
We know all about
your Bene Gesserit witchery, my dear.
Perhaps I should cut your vocal cords…
…and then Piter
could have his way with you.
But then again, perhaps not.
No blood on my hands.
I have no idea what happened to you.
So when I see the Emperor’s…
…wrinkled old bitch of a truthsayer…
…I suppose I’ll just have to say,
“Don’t know.”
Aim for the desert.
Let the worms clean up the mess.
The bodies must never be found.
He looks sufficiently paralysed.
My half of the bargain, Baron.
I promised you the duke. There he is.
Well, it’s a delicious sight, Doctor.
Now it’s time for your half.
And believe it or not,
I’m a man of my word.
Where is she?
You promised we’d be reunited.
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