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ad ever felt before。 The men on the crew were his new family。
Under cloudy skies the fishing boat finally reached port； and Duncan left the sea behind。 He didn't ask for pay； didn't take his leave of the captain he simply departed。 The oceangoing sojourn was just a step along the way。 Never once during his long journey did he ever deviate from his main goal of reaching the Old Duke。 He took advantage of no one and worked hard for the hospitality he received。
In a dockside alley a sailor from another ship once tried to molest him； but Duncan fought back with iron…hard muscles and whip…fast reflexes。 The bruised and battered predator retreated； finding this wild boy too much for him。
Duncan began hitching rides on groundtrucks and cars； and sneaked aboard tube trains and short…haul cargo 'thopters。 Inexorably； he moved north on the continent； toward Castle Caladan； getting closer and closer as the months passed。
During the frequent rains； he found trees under which he could huddle。 But even wet and hungry； he didn't feel so bad； for he recalled the terrible night at Forest Guard Station； how cold he had been； how he had used a knife to cut open his own shoulder。 After that； he could certainly handle these brief disforts。
Sometimes he struck up conversations with other travelers and heard stories of their popular Duke； bits of Atreides history。 Back on Giedi Prime； no one had spoken of such matters。 People held their opinions to themselves and gave up no information except under duress。 Here； however； the locals were happy to talk about their situation。 Duncan realized with a shock one afternoon as he traveled with three entertainers that the people on Caladan actually loved their leader。
In sharp contrast； Duncan had heard only terrible stories of the Harkonnens。 He knew the fear of the populace and the brutal consequences of any real or imagined defiance。 On this planet； though； the people respected rather than feared their ruler。 The Old Duke； Duncan was told； walked with only a small honor guard through villages and markets； visiting the people without wearing any armor； without shields or fear of attack。
Baron Harkonnen or Glossu Rabban would never dare such a thing。
I may like this Duke； Duncan thought one night； curled up under a blanket one of the entertainers had loaned him。。。。
Finally； after months of travel； he stood in the village at the foot of the promontory that held Castle Caladan。 The magnificent structure stood like a sentinel gazing out across the calm seas。 Somewhere inside it lived Duke Paulus Atreides； by now a legendary figure to the boy。
Duncan shivered from the chill of morning and took a deep breath。 The fog lifted above the seacoast； turning the rising sun into a deep orange ball。 He marched away from the village and started up the long； steep road to the Castle。 This was where he must go。
As he walked； he did what he could to make himself presentable； brushing the dust from his clothes and tucking his wrinkled pullover shirt into his trousers。 But he felt confident about himself； regardless of his appearance； and this Duke would accept him or throw him out。 Either way； Duncan Idaho would survive。
When he reached the gates that led into the great courtyard； the Atreides guards tried to bar his way； thinking him a panhandler。
〃I'm not a beggar；〃 Duncan announced with his head held high。 〃I have e across the galaxy to see the Duke； and I must tell him my story。〃
The guards just laughed。 〃We can find you some scraps from the kitchen； but no more。〃
〃That would be very kind of you； sirs；〃 Duncan agreed； his stomach grumbling with hunger； 〃but that isn't why I'm here。 Please send a message into the Castle that〃 he tried to remember the phrasing one of the traveling singers had taught him 〃that Master Duncan Idaho requests an audience with Duke Paulus Atreides。〃
The guards laughed again； but the boy saw grudging respect seep into their expressions。 One went away and came back with some breakfast； tiny roasted eggs for Duncan。 After thanking the guard； he wolfed down the eggs； licked his fingers； and sat on the ground to wait。 Hours passed。
The guards kept looking at him and shaking their heads。 One asked him if he carried any weapons； or any money； both of which Duncan denied。 As a steady stream of petitioners came and went； the guards chatted with each other。 Duncan heard talk about a revolt that had occurred on Ix； and the Duke's concerns over House Vernius； especially because of the Emperor's acceptance of a bounty on Dominic and Shando Vernius。 Apparently； the Duke's son Leto had just returned from war…torn Ix to Caladan with two royal refugees。 Everything in the Castle was in quite a turmoil。
Nevertheless； Duncan waited。
The sun passed overhead and slipped below the horizon of the great sea。 The young man spent the night curled up in a corner of the courtyard； and with the next morning and a change of guards； he repeated his story and his request for an audience。 This time； he mentioned that he had escaped from a Harkonnen world and wished to offer his services to House Atreides。 The Harkonnen name seemed to catch their attention。 Once again the guards checked him for weapons； but more thoroughly。
By early afternoon； after being frisked and probed first by an electronic scanner to root out hidden lethal devices； then by a poisonsnooper Duncan was finally ushered inside the Castle。 An ancient stone structure whose interior corridors and rooms were draped with rich tapestries； the place bore a patina of history and worn elegance。 Wooden floors creaked underfoot。
At a wide stone archway； two Atreides guards passed him through even more elaborate scanning devices； which again found nothing suspicious。 He was just a boy； with nothing to hide； but they wore their paranoia as if it were a strange and unfortable garment； as if new procedures had just been instituted。 Satisfied； they waved Duncan into a large room with vaulted ceilings supported by heavy； dark beams。
At the center of the room the Old Duke sat back and surveyed his visitor。 A strong； bearlike man with a full beard and bright green eyes； Paulus relaxed in a fortable wooden chair； not an ostentatious throne。 It was a place where he could be at ease for hours as he conducted the business of state。 Atop the chairback； just above the old patriarch's head； a hawk crest had been carved into the dark Elaccan wood。
Beside him sat his olive…skinned son Leto； thin and tired…looking； as if he hadn't fully recovered from his ordeal。 Duncan met Leto's gray eyes； and sensed that both of them had much to tell； much to share。
〃We have here a very persistent boy； Leto；〃 the Old Duke said； glancing at his son。
〃From the looks of him； he wants something different from all the other petitioners we've heard today。〃 Leto raised his eyebrows。 He was only five or six years older than Duncan a large gulf at their ages but it seemed they had both been thrust headlong into adulthood。 〃He doesn't look greedy。〃
Paulus's expression softened as he leaned forward in his great chair。 〃How long have you been waiting out there； boy？〃
〃Oh； that doesn't matter； m 'Lord Duke；〃 Duncan answered； hoping he used the right words。 〃I'm here now。〃 Nervously； he scratched a mole on his chin。
The Old Duke flashed a quick scowl at the guard who had escorted him in。 〃Have you fed this young man？〃
〃They gave me plenty； sir。 Thank you。 And I also had a good night's sleep in your fortable courtyard。〃
〃In the courtyard？〃 Another scowl at the guard。 〃So why are you here； young man？ Did you e from one of the fishing villages？〃
〃No； m'Lord I am from Giedi Prime。〃
The guards tensed hands around their weapons。 The Old Duke and his son flashed a glance at each other； disbelief at first。 〃Then you'd better tell us what's happened to you；〃 Paulus said。 Their expressions changed to grim disgust as Duncan told his story； omitting no detail。
The Duke's eyes widened。 He saw the guileless expression on this young man's face and looked at his son； thinking that this was no made…up tale。 Leto nodded。 No boy of nine years could have concocted such a story； however much he might have been coached。
〃And so I came here； sir；〃 Duncan said； 〃to see you。〃
〃You landed in which city on Caladan？〃 the Duke asked again。 〃Describe it for us。〃
Duncan couldn't remember its name but recounted what he had seen； and the Old Duke agreed that he must have indeed made his way from across the world。
〃I was told to e to you； m'Lord； and ask if you might have something for me to do。 I hate the Harkonnens； sir； and I'd willingly pledge my loyalty forever to House Atreides if only I can stay here。〃
〃I think I believe him； Father；〃 Leto said quietly； studying the boy's deep…set blue…green eyes。 〃Or is this a lesson you're trying to teach me？〃
Paulus sat back； hands folded on his lap； and his chest wrenched with spasms。 After a moment Duncan realized that the big man was holding in great rumbles of laughter。 When the Old Duke could no longer restrain himself； he burst out with a deep chuckle and slapped his knees。 〃Boy； I admire what you've done。 Any young man with balls as big as yours is a man I must have as part of my household！〃