Дюна
Book Three: The Prophet
Death!Itcannotcometooquicklyforthatchildorfortheonewhospawnedher!”TheoldwomanpointedafingeratAlia.“Getoutofmymind!”
“T-P?”theEmperorwhispered.HesnappedhisattentionbacktoAlia.“BytheGreatMother!”
“Youdon’tunderstand,Majesty,”theoldwomansaid.“Nottelepathy.She’sinmymind.She’sliketheonesbeforeme,theoneswhogavemetheirmemories.Shestandsinmymind!Shecannotbethere,butsheis!”
“Whatothers?”theEmperordemanded.“What’sthisnonsense?”
Theoldwomanstraightened,loweredherpointinghand.“I’vesaidtoomuch,butthefactremainsthatthischildwhoisnotachildmustbedestroyed.
Longwerewewarnedagainstsuchaoneandhowtopreventsuchabirth,butoneofourownhasbetrayedus.”
“Youbabble,oldwoman,”Aliasaid.“Youdon’tknowhowitwas,yetyourattleonlikeapurblindfool.”Aliaclosedhereyes,tookadeepbreath,andheldit.
TheoldReverendMothergroanedandstaggered.
Aliaopenedhereyes.“Thatishowitwas,”shesaid.“Acosmicaccident...
andyouplayedyourpartinit.”
TheReverendMotherheldoutbothhands,palmspushingtheairtowardAlia.
“Whatishappeninghere?”theEmperordemanded.“Child,canyoutrulyprojectyourthoughtsintothemindofanother?”
“That’snothowitisatall,”Aliasaid.“UnlessI’mbornasyou,Icannotthinkasyou.”
“Killher,”theoldwomanmuttered,andclutchedthebackofthethroneforsupport.“Killher!”ThesunkenoldeyesglaredatAlia.
“Silence,”theEmperorsaid,andhestudiedAlia.
