“Silence!” Shaddam’s expression tightened, but he felt the joy building inside him. “Instead, I grant the fief of Arrakis to House Atreides. Your dear friend Duke Leto will take your place here.” He raised his hand, looked out at the blocky industrial buildings the Harkonnens had built in Carthag. As he considered the distant dunes, the stark mountains, the harsh heat, the miserable conditions, Shaddam realized this was not exactly a reward for his Atreides cousin, but no one could dispute the magnitude of the gift.
