<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gull, leading the procession, is unmistakable. Balding, portly, and clad in a colorful outfit that seems intended to parody the notion of a ceremonial officer's uniform, he nonetheless projects an air of bonhomie and good cheer that seems to fill most of the room all on its own. With him are a dozen-odd persons in variations of duller, drabber work outfits. Two of them are struggling with a box about a meter on a side. Another, lingering near the end of the party, is a Bene Gesserit novice. It certainly looks like an ordinary, everyday spice merchant and his entourage...<br/><br/>Which, as Martin already knows, means that there is something afoot. The question is what that something will be, and how it will unfold.<br/><br/>Paeter Gull halts himself just shy of the usual distance and sweeps into a perfectly executed, formal bow. One of his companions, a Guldsman by his robes, handles the introduction.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Harry Mudd, Ben Stein in monk's robes, and some hot East Indian gal playing a meek little Bene Gesserit (who, as Nadira just learned, isn't).