Дюна
Book One: Dune
Therewasacasualairofbrutalityabouthim,asenseoftoughnessandpoisethatsentashiverthroughYueh.
Sardaukar,Yuehthought.ABasharbythelookofhim.ProbablyoneoftheEmperor’sownsentheretokeepaneyeonthings.Nomatterwhattheuniform,there’snodisguisingthem.
“You’reYueh,”themansaid.HelookedspeculativelyattheSukSchoolringontheDoctor’shair,staredonceatthediamondtattooandthenmetYueh’seyes.
“IamYueh,”theDoctorsaid.
“Youcanrelax,Yueh,”themansaid.“Whenyoudroppedthehouseshieldswecamerightin.Everything’sundercontrolhere.IsthistheDuke?”
“ThisistheDuke.”
“Dead?”
“Merelyunconscious.Isuggestyoutiehim.”
“Didyoudofortheseothers?”HeglancedbackdownthehallwhereMapes’
bodylay.
“More’sthepity,”Yuehmuttered.
“Pity!”theSardaukarsneered.Headvanced,lookeddownatLeto.“Sothat’sthegreatRedDuke.”
IfIhaddoubtsaboutwhatthismanis,thatwouldendthem,Yuehthought.
OnlytheEmperorcallstheAtreidestheRedDukes.
TheSardaukarreacheddown,cuttheredhawkinsigniafromLeto’suniform.
“Littlesouvenir,”hesaid.“Where’stheducalsignetring?”
“Hedoesn’thaveitonhim,”Yuehsaid.
“Icanseethat!”theSardaukarsnapped.
Yuehstiffened,swallowed.Iftheypressme,bringinaTruthsayer,they’llfindoutaboutthering,aboutthe’thopterIprepared—allwillfail.
“SometimestheDukesenttheringwithamessengerassuretythatanordercamedirectlyfromhim,”Yuehsaid.
