I went back into the big closet and felt inside the jacket pockets? not that any native of this desert would understand the comparison. Up in the orbiting cargo ship Keedair's would-be slave raiders were restless, so he'd had to shuttle up and resolve disputes to avert violence. A Tlulaxa knew how to cut losses. Twice now, disgusted with unruly crewmen too bored to behave themselves, he'd sold their work contracts to geological survey teams in the deep desert. If, by some chance, the rowdies returned to Arrakis City before his cargo vessel departed with its load of spice, those humbled men would crawl on their knees and beg him to take them back to the Thalim system!