Дюна
Book One: Dune
Yueh’sfacecarriedalookofsadnessashebentover,touchedLeto’sforehead.TheDukefoundhecouldfeelthetouch,butitwasremote...dull.
“Thedrugonthedartisselective,”Yuehsaid.“Youcanspeak,butI’dadviseagainstit.”Heglanceddownthehall,andagainbentoverLeto,pulledoutthedart,tosseditaside.ThesoundofthedartclatteringonthestoneswasfaintanddistanttotheDuke’sears.
Itcan’tbeYueh,Letothought.He’sconditioned.
“How?”Letowhispered.
“I’msorry,mydearDuke,buttherearethingswhichwillmakegreaterdemandsthanthis.”Hetouchedthediamondtattooonhisforehead.“Ifinditverystrange,myself—anoverrideonmypyreticconscience—butIwishtokillaman.Yes,Iactuallywishit.Iwillstopatnothingtodoit.”
HelookeddownattheDuke.“Oh,notyou,mydearDuke.TheBaronHarkonnen.IwishtokilltheBaron.”
“Bar...onHar....”
“Bequiet,please,mypoorDuke.Youhaven’tmuchtime.ThatpegtoothIputinyourmouthafterthetumbleatNarcal—thattoothmustbereplaced.Inamoment,I’llrenderyouunconsciousandreplacethattooth.”Heopenedhishand,staredatsomethinginit.“Anexactduplicate,itscoreshapedmostexquisitelylikeanerve.It’llescapetheusualdetectors,evenafastscanning.Butifyoubitedownhardonit,thecovercrushes.Then,whenyouexpelyourbreathsharply,youfilltheairaroundyouwithapoisongas—mostdeadly.”
LetostaredupatYueh,seeingmadnessintheman’seyes,theperspirationalongbrowandchin.
