Дюна
Book One: Dune
Hisrighthand—thehandofrememberedpain—tingledandthrobbed.
IsthiswhatitistobetheirKwisatzHaderach?hewondered.
“Forawhile,IthoughtHawathadfailedusagain,”Jessicasaid.“IthoughtperhapsYuehwasn’taSukdoctor.”
“Hewaseverythingwethoughthim...andmore,”Paulsaid.Andhethought:Whyisshesoslowseeingthesethings?Hesaid,“IfIdahodoesn’tgetthroughtoKynes,we’llbe—”
“He’snotouronlyhope,”shesaid.
“Suchwasnotmysuggestion,”hesaid.
Sheheardthesteelinhisvoice,thesenseofcommand,andstaredacrossthegreydarknessofthestilltentathim.Paulwasasilhouetteagainstmoon-frostedrocksseenthroughthetent’stransparentend.
“Othersamongyourfather’smenwillhaveescaped,”shesaid.“Wemustregatherthem,find—”
“Wewilldependuponourselves,”hesaid.“Ourimmediateconcernisourfamilyatomics.WemustgetthembeforetheHarkonnenscansearchthemout.”
“Notlikelythey’llbefound,”shesaid,“thewaytheywerehidden.”
“Itmustnotbelefttochance.”
Andshethought:Blackmailwiththefamilyatomicsasathreattotheplanetanditsspice—that’swhathehasinmind.Butallhecanhopeforthenisescapeintorenegadeanonymity.
Hismother’swordshadprovokedanothertrainofthoughtinPaul—aduke’sconcernforallthepeoplethey’dlostthisnight.PeoplearethetruestrengthofaGreatHouse,Paulthought.AndherememberedHawat’swords:“Partingwithpeopleisasadness;aplaceisonlyaplace.
