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could tell the people she cared about that she was alive and safe。 She ached to see them； but didn't dare make contact； because of the risk to herself and those who had fled with her。
Harvesting machinery clattered along the neat rows of crops； plucking ripe produce。 The brilliant glowdisks cast extended shadows like stealthy creatures that prowled the fields。 Some of the shaggy hired workers joined in a singsong chant as they moved about gathering crops too fragile for mechanical picking。 Suspensor baskets ready for market waited at the pickup station。
Only a few of her most loyal household retainers had been allowed to acpany her here in this new life。 She hadn't wanted any loose ends； no one who could report to Imperial spies neither had she wanted to put faithful panions in danger。
Only with extreme care did she dare talk with the few familiar people who lived near her on Bela Tegeuse。 A handful of furtive conversations； quick glances； and smiles were the most she dared。 eyes or operatives could be anywhere。
With a carefully laid trail of identity documents； the Lady had bee a respectable woman named Lizett； a widow whose fictitious husband a local merchant and minor official of CHOAM had left her enough financial resources to run this modest estate。
Her entire existence had altered： no more pampered activities at court； no music； banquets； or receptions； no functions with the Landsraad not even tedious Council meetings。 She simply lived from day to day； remembering old times and longing for them while accepting the reality that this new life might be the best she could ever obtain。
Worst of all； she might never see her loved ones again。
Like an inspector surveying her troops； the Lady walked down the lanes of crops； assessing vermilion spiny fruits that dangled on suspended vines。 She had worked hard to memorize the names of the exotic produce she grew。 It was important to put up a convincing front； to be able to make idle conversation with anyone and avoid arousing suspicion。
Whenever she appeared outside her manor house； she wore a lovely necklace of Ixian manufacture； a disguised hologenerator。 It shrouded her face with a field that distorted her fine features； softened her cheekbones； widened her delicate chin； altered the color of her eyes。 She felt safe。。。enough。
Pausing to look up； she saw a glittering rain of shooting stars near the horizon。 Across the dim landscape the lights of ranches and a distant village shimmered。 But this was something else entirely。 Artificial lights transports or shuttles？
Bela Tegeuse was not a populous planet。 Its fortunes and resources were small； its chief claim to history a dark and bloody one： Long ago； it had been the site of slave colonies； hardy but struggling villages from which slaves were harvested and subsequently planted on other worlds。 She felt like a prisoner herself。。。but at least she had her life and knew her family was safe。
〃No matter what； never let your guard down； my love；〃 her husband had warned as he parted pany from her。 〃Never。〃
In this constant state of alert； the Lady noticed the spotlights of three ornithopters as they approached from the distant spaceport。 The flying craft cruised low across the flat； parched landscape。 They had turned on their full nighttime search beacons； though this was the best daylight Bela Tegeuse could manage； at the height of the double afternoon。
She felt cold fingers wrap around her heart； but nonetheless stood tall and drew her dark blue cloak around her。 Her House colors would have been preferable； but she no longer dared even keep such items in her wardrobe。
A voice called from the main house。 〃Madame Lizett！ Someone is ing； and they refuse to answer our hails！〃
Turning； she saw the narrow…shouldered figure of Omer； one of her primary assistants from the old days； a man who had acpanied her here； not sure what else to do。 Certainly nothing else would be as important or fulfilling； Omer had assured her； and she was grateful for his devotion。
The Lady considered fleeing the approaching 'thopters； but dismissed the idea。 If these intruders were whom she feared they might be； she had no chance of escape。 And if her intuition was wrong； she wouldn't need to run。
The clustered ornithopters arrived overhead； wings fluttering and engines roaring。 They set down roughly； indiscriminately； upon her planted fields； knocking her full…spectrum glowdisks out of alignment and crushing crops。
When the doors of the three ships slid open and troops emerged； she knew she was doomed。
In a dreamlike vision； she thought back to a happier time； the arrival of quite different troops。 It had been in her younger days at the Imperial Court； when the headiness of being a royal courtesan had begun to fade。 The Emperor had spent much time with her for a while； but after his interest waned he had moved on to other concubines。 It was to be expected。 She hadn't felt snubbed； since Elrood continued to provide for her。
But then one day； after the rebellion on Ecaz had been crushed； she had watched a victory parade of Imperial fighters marching down the streets of Kaitain。 The banners were so bright they made her eyes ache； the uniforms perfect and clean； the men so brave。 At the head of the column； she had caught her first glimpse of her future husband； a proud warrior with broad shoulders and a broad grin。 Even from a distance； his very presence had dazzled her； and she had felt her passions awaken； seeing him as the greatest among all of the returning soldiers。。。。
These soldiers arriving today on Bela Tegeuse were different； though much more frightening in the dress gray…and…black of Sardaukar uniforms。
A Burseg troop mander stepped forward； flashing his rank insignia。 With an upward chop of his hand； he signaled for his men to take up their positions。
Maintaining her pretense with only a shred of hope； the Lady strode forward to meet him； chin high。 〃I am Madame Lizett； the owner of this estate。〃 Her voice was hard as she scowled over at the destroyed crops。 〃Do you or your employers intend to make reparations for all the property damage your clumsiness just caused？〃
〃Shut your mouth！〃 one of the soldiers snapped； snatching up his lasgun。
Foolish； the Lady thought。 I could have been wearing a shield。 If so； and if he had fired； this section of Bela Tegeuse would have been obliterated in a pseudoatomic explosion。
The Burseg mander held up his hand to silence the soldier； and she recognized the planned gambit： a brash； uncontrolled soldier to intimidate her； a firm military leader showing the face of reason。 Good soldier； bad soldier。
〃We are here on Imperial orders；〃 said the Burseg。 〃We're investigating the whereabouts of surviving traitors of a certain renegade House。 Through the right of acquisition； we require your cooperation。〃
〃I am unfamiliar with the legalities；〃 the Lady said。 〃But I know nothing of renegades。 I'm just a widow trying to run a modest farm here。 Allow my attorneys to consult with you。 I'll be happy to cooperate in whatever manner I can； though I'm afraid you'll be disappointed。〃
〃We won't be disappointed；〃 the brash soldier growled。
Around them； her hired workers had ceased their activities； frozen in place。 The Burseg stepped forward and stood directly in front of the Lady； who did not flinch。 He studied her face； frowning。 She knew her holo…masked appearance did not match what the man expected to see。 She stared back at him； meeting his flat gaze。
Before she understood his intention； his hand snatched her Ixian necklace and yanked it away。 She felt no different； but she knew her disguise had dissolved。
〃That's more like it；〃 said the Burseg。 〃You know nothing of renegades； eh？〃 He laughed scornfully。
She glared at him。 Sardaukar troops continued to file out of the three 'thopters； taking up positions around her。 Some of them burst into her manor house； while others searched the barn； sun…silo； and other outbuildings。 Did they expect her to be harboring a major military force？ pared to her accustomed lifestyle； it seemed she could barely afford new clothes and hot food。
Another grim…faced Sardaukar grabbed her arm。 She tried to pull away； but he pushed up the sleeve of her cloak and； in a flash； scratched her with a small curette。 She gasped； thinking the soldier had poisoned her； but the Sardaukar stood back calmly to analyze the blood sample he had stolen。
〃Identity confirmed； sir；〃 he said； looking over at his Burseg mander。 〃Lady Shando Vernius of Ix。〃
The troops stepped back； but Shando did not move。 She knew what was ing。
For over a year； the old Emperor had grown increasingly irrational； his mind failing； his body trembling。 Elrood suffered under more delusions than usual； more hatred than one body should have contained。 But he remained the Emperor； and his decrees were followed explicitly。
The only question in her mind was whether they would torture her first to acquire information she didn't have about Dominic's whereabouts。 Or whether they would just finish the job。
Through a side door of the big house； Omer came running； shouting。 His black hair was in disarray。 He waved a crude hunting weapon he had found in a st