It's a beautiful morning, Sire," the guard said

"Yes, it is."

The Duke nodded, thinking: Perhaps this planet could grow on one. Perhaps it could ba a good home for my son.

Then he saw the human figures moving into the flower fields, sweeping with them strange scythe-like devices--dew gatherers. Water so precious here that even the dew must be collected.

And it could be a hideous place, the Duke thought.

Autore: Frank Herbert