“You owe it to me, m’Lord!” “Have you suffered more from them than I?” Paul asked. “My sister,” Gurney rasped. “My years in the slave pits—” “My father,” Paul said. “My good friends and companions, Thufir Hawat and Duncan Idaho, my years as a fugitive without rank or succor…and one more thing: it is now kanly and you know as well as I the rules that must prevail.”
