Дюна
Book One: Dune
“Youmusttellyourfatherprivatelyandcautionhimaboutthisaspectofit,”shesaid.
“Iunderstand.”
Sheturnedtothetallreachoffilterglass,staredouttothesouthwestwherethesunofArrakiswassinking—ayellowedballabovethecliffs.
Paulturnedwithher,said:“Idon’tthinkit’sHawat,either.Isitpossibleit’sYueh?”
“He’snotalieutenantorcompanion,”shesaid.“AndIcanassureyouhehatestheHarkonnensasbitterlyaswedo.”
Pauldirectedhisattentiontothecliffs,thinking:Anditcouldn’tbeGurney...orDuncan.Coulditbeoneofthesub-lieutenants?Impossible.They’reallfromfamiliesthat’vebeenloyaltousforgenerations—forgoodreason.
Jessicarubbedherforehead,sensingherownfatigue.Somuchperilhere!
Shelookedoutatthefilter-yellowedlandscape,studyingit.Beyondtheducalgroundsstretchedahigh-fencedstorageyard—linesofspicesilosinitwithstilt-leggedwatchtowersstandingarounditlikesomanystartledspiders.ShecouldseeatleasttwentystorageyardsofsilosreachingouttothecliffsoftheShieldWall—silosrepeated,stutteringacrossthebasin.
Slowly,thefilteredsunburieditselfbeneaththehorizon.Starsleapedout.
Shesawonebrightstarsolowonthehorizonthatittwinkledwithaclear,preciserhythm—atremblingoflight:blink-blink-blink-blink-blink...
Paulstirredbesideherintheduskyroom.
ButJessicaconcentratedonthatsinglebrightstar,realizingthatitwastoolow,thatitmustcomefromtheShieldWallcliffs.
