Дюна
Book One: Dune
HeglancedatKynes,backtotheircourse.
“TheHarkonnensleft;youcame,”Kynessaid.
“Andiseverythingasitshouldbe?”Letoasked.
MomentarytensionshowedinthetighteningofamusclealongKynes’jaw.
“AsPlanetologistandJudgeoftheChange,IamadirectsubjectoftheImperium...myLord.”
TheDukesmiledgrimly.“Butwebothknowtherealities.”
“IremindyouthatHisMajestysupportsmywork.”
“Indeed?Andwhatisyourwork?”
Inthebriefsilence,Paulthought:He’spushingthisKynestoohard.PaulglancedatHalleck,buttheminstrel-warriorwasstaringoutatthebarrenlandscape.
Kynesspokestiffly:“You,ofcourse,refertomydutiesasplanetologist.”
“Ofcourse.”
“Itismostlydrylandbiologyandbotany...somegeologicalwork—coredrillingandtesting.Youneverreallyexhaustthepossibilitiesofanentireplanet.”
“Doyoualsoinvestigatethespice?”
Kynesturned,andPaulnotedthehardlineoftheman’scheek.“Acuriousquestion,myLord.”
“Bearinmind,Kynes,thatthisisnowmyfief.MymethodsdifferfromthoseoftheHarkonnens.Idon’tcareifyoustudythespiceaslongasIsharewhatyoudiscover.”Heglancedattheplanetologist.“TheHarkonnensdiscouragedinvestigationofthespice,didn’tthey?”
Kynesstaredbackwithoutanswering.
“Youmayspeakplainly,”theDukesaid,“withoutfearforyourskin.”
“TheImperialCourtis,indeed,alongwayoff,”Kynesmuttered.
