Дюна
Book One: Dune
“Idon’twanttoseemysondie,”Jessicasaid.“Isthatatrick?”
Czigomovedback,elbowedthedoorlatch.HegrabbedPaul,draggedhimacrosstheseat,pushedhimhalfoutthedoorandheldtheknifeposed.“What’lly’do,cub,ifIcuty’rbonds?”
“He’llleavehereimmediatelyandheadforthoserocks,”Jessicasaid.
“Isthatwhaty’lldo,cub?”Czigoasked.
Paul’svoicewasproperlysurly.“Yes.”
Theknifemoveddown,slashedthebindingsofhislegs.Paulfeltthehandonhisbacktohurlhimdownontothesand,feignedalurchagainstthedoorframeforpurchase,turnedasthoughtocatchhimself,lashedoutwithhisrightfoot.
Thetoewasaimedwithaprecisionthatdidcredittohislongyearsoftraining,asthoughallofthattrainingfocusedonthisinstant.Almosteverymuscleofhisbodycooperatedintheplacementofit.ThetipstruckthesoftpartofCzigo’sabdomenjustbelowthesternum,slammedupwardwithterribleforceovertheliverandthroughthediaphragmtocrushtherightventricleoftheman’sheart.
Withonegurglingscream,theguardjerkedbackwardacrosstheseats.Paul,unabletousehishands,continuedhistumbleontothesand,landingwitharollthattookuptheforceandbroughthimbacktohisfeetinonemotion.Hedovebackintothecabin,foundtheknifeandhelditinhisteethwhilehismothersawedherbonds.Shetookthebladeandfreedhishands.
“Icould’vehandledhim,”shesaid.“He’dhavehadtocutmybindings.Thatwasafoolishrisk.”
“Isawtheopeningandusedit,”hesaid.
