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rippling along his jaw.
"The way you came at me," Paul said. "Would you really have drawn my blood?"
Halleck withdrew the kindjal, straightened. "If you'd fought one whit beneath your abilities.
I'd have scratched you a good one, a scar you'd remember. I'll not have my favorite pupil fall to
the first Harkonnen tramp who happens along."
Paul deactivated his shield, leaned on the table to catch his breath. "I deserved that,
Gurney. But it would've angered my father if you'd hurt me. I'll not have you punished for my
failing."
"As to that," Halleck said, "it was my failing, too. And you needn't worry about a training
scar or two. You're lucky you have so few. As to your father -- the Duke'd punish me only if I
failed to make a first-class fighting man out of you. And I'd have been failing there if I hadn't
explained the fallacy in this mood thing you've suddenly developed."
Paul straightened, slipped his bodkin back into its wrist sheath.
"It's not exactly play we do here," Halleck said.
Paul nodded. He felt a sense of wonder at the uncharacteristic seriousness in Halleck's
manner, the sobering intensity. He looked at the beet-colored inkvine scar on the man's jaw,
remembering the story of how it had been put there by Beast Rabban in a Harkonnen slave pit on
Giedi Prime. And Paul felt a sudden shame that he had doubted Halleck even for an instant. It
occurred to Paul, then, that the making of Halleck's scar had been accompanied by pain -- a pain
as intense, perhaps, as that inflicted by a Reverend Mother. He thrust this thought aside; it
chilled their world.
"I guess I did hope for some play today," Paul said. "Things are so serious around here
lately."
Halleck turned away to hide his emotions. Something burned in his eyes. There was pain in him -
- like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.
How soon this child must assume his manhood, Halleck thought. How soon he must read that form
within his mind, that contract of brutal caution, to enter the necessary fact on the necessary
line: "Please list your next of kin."
Halleck spoke without turning: "I sensed the play in you, lad, and I'd like nothing better
than to join in it. But this no longer can be play. Tomorrow we go to Arrakis. Arrakis is real.
The Harkonnens are real."
Paul touched his forehead with his rapier blade held vertical.
Halleck turned, saw the salute and acknowledged it with a nod. He gestured to the practice
dummy. "Now, we'll work on your timing. Let me see you catch that thing sinister. I'll control it
from over here where I can have a full view of the action. And I warn you I'll be trying new
counters today. There's a warning you'd not get from a real enemy."


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Paul stretched up on his toes to relieve his muscles. He felt solemn with the sudden
realization that his life had become filled with swift changes. He crossed to the dummy, slapped
the switch on its chest with his rapier tip and felt the defensive field forcing his blade away.
"En garde!" Halleck called, and the dummy pressed the attack.
Paul activated his shield, parried and countered.
Halleck watched as he manipulated the controls. His mind seemed to be in two parts: one alert
to the needs of the training fight, and the other wandering in fly-buzz.
I'm the well-trained fruit tree, he thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and
all of them grafted onto me -- all bearing for someone else to pick.