Дюна
Book One: Dune
“MyLordknowsI’lldevotemyselfentirelytohissafety.”
“Yes.Well,tobusiness.IsuspecttheDukehadsomethinginhismouth.Youwillfindoutwhatthatsomethingwas,howitwasused,whohelpedhimputitthere.You’lltakeeveryprecaution—”
Hebrokeoff,hischainofthoughtshatteredbyadisturbanceinthecorridorbehindhim—guardsatthedoortotheliftfromthelowerlevelsofthefrigatetryingtoholdbackatallcolonelbasharwhohadjustemergedfromthelift.
TheBaroncouldn’tplacethecolonelbashar’sface:thinwithmouthlikeaslashinleather,twininkspotsforeyes.
“Getyourhandsoffme,youpackofcarrion-eaters!”themanroared,andhedashedtheguardsaside.
Ah-h-h,oneoftheSardaukar,theBaronthought.
ThecolonelbasharcamestridingtowardtheBaron,whoseeyeswenttoslitsofapprehension.TheSardaukarofficersfilledhimwithunease.TheyallseemedtolooklikerelativesoftheDuke...thelateDuke.AndtheirmannerswiththeBaron!
ThecolonelbasharplantedhimselfhalfapaceinfrontoftheBaron,handsonhips.Theguardhoveredbehindhimintwitchinguncertainty.
TheBaronnotedtheabsenceofsalute,thedisdainintheSardaukar’smanner,andhisuneasegrew.Therewasonlytheonelegionofthemlocally—tenbrigades—reinforcingtheHarkonnenlegions,buttheBarondidnotfoolhimself.ThatonelegionwasperfectlycapableofturningontheHarkonnensandovercomingthem.
“Tellyourmentheyarenottopreventmefromseeingyou,Baron,”theSardaukargrowled.
