Дюна
Book One: Dune
Theyhavetriedtotakethelifeofmyson!
Ascrapingmetalracketvibratedthroughthetower,shooktheparapetbeneathhisarms.Blastshuttersdroppedinfrontofhim,blockingtheview.
Shuttle’scomingin,hethought.Timetogodownandgettowork.Heturnedtothestairsbehindhim,headeddowntothebigassemblyroom,tryingtoremaincalmashedescended,topreparehisfaceforthecomingencounter.
Theyhavetriedtotakethelifeofmyson!
Themenwerealreadyboilinginfromthefieldwhenhereachedtheyellow-domedroom.Theycarriedtheirspacebagsovertheirshoulders,shoutingandroisteringlikestudentsreturningfromvacation.
“Hey!Feelthatunderyourdogs?That’sgravity,man!”“HowmanyG’sdoesthisplacepull?Feelsheavy.”“Nine-tenthsofaGbythebook.”
Thecrossfireofthrownwordsfilledthebigroom.
“Didyougetagoodlookatthisholeonthewaydown?Where’sallthelootthisplace’ssupposedtohave?”“TheHarkonnenstookitwith’em!”“Meforahotshowerandasoftbed!”“Haven’tyouheard,stupid?Noshowersdownhere.
Youscrubyourasswithsand!”“Hey!Canit!TheDuke!”
TheDukesteppedoutofthestairentryintoasuddenlysilentroom.GurneyHalleckstrodealongatthepointofthecrowd,bagoveroneshoulder,theneckofhisnine-stringbalisetclutchedintheotherhand.Theywerelong-fingeredhandswithbigthumbs,fulloftinymovementsthatdrewsuchdelicatemusicfromthebaliset.
TheDukewatchedHalleck,admiringtheuglylumpofaman,notingtheglass-splintereyeswiththeirgleamofsavageunderstanding.
