Дюна
Book One: Dune
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Andhewasgone,shuttingthedoorsoftlybehind.
PaulsatdownwhereHawathadbeen,straightenedthepapers.Onemoredayhere,hethought.Helookedaroundtheroom.We’releaving.Theideaofdeparturewassuddenlymorerealtohimthanithadeverbeenbefore.Herecalledanotherthingtheoldwomanhadsaidaboutaworldbeingthesumofmanythings—thepeople,thedirt,thegrowingthings,themoons,thetides,thesuns—theunknownsumcallednature,avaguesummationwithoutanysenseof
thenow.Andhewondered:Whatisthenow?
ThedooracrossfromPaulbangedopenandanuglylumpofamanlurchedthroughitprecededbyahandfulofweapons.
“Well,GurneyHalleck,”Paulcalled,“areyouthenewweaponsmaster?”
Halleckkickedthedoorshutwithoneheel.“You’dratherIcametoplaygames,Iknow,”hesaid.Heglancedaroundtheroom,notingthatHawat’smenalreadyhadbeenoverit,checking,makingitsafeforaduke’sheir.Thesubtlecodesignswereallaround.
Paulwatchedtherolling,uglymansethimselfbackinmotion,veertowardthetrainingtablewiththeloadofweapons,sawthenine-stringbalisetslungoverGurney’sshoulderwiththemultipickwoventhroughthestringsneartheheadofthefingerboard.
Halleckdroppedtheweaponsontheexercisetable,linedthemup—therapiers,thebodkins,thekindjals,theslow-pelletstunners,theshieldbelts.Theinkvinescaralonghisjawlinewrithedasheturned,castingasmileacrosstheroom.
“Soyoudon’tevenhaveagoodmorningforme,youyoungimp,”Hallecksaid.
