fh.godemperorofdune-第21部分

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amples…famous　military　figures　who　were　frozen　in　adolescence。　I　declined　the　offer。　I　have　read　my　history　with　care　and　have　recognized　this　characteristic　for　myself。〃
　Moneo　turned　and　looked　directly　into　Idaho's　eyes。
　〃Think　about　it；　mander。〃
　Idaho　prided　himself　on　self…honesty　and　this　hit　him。　Cults　of　youth　and　adolescence　preserved　in　the　military？　It　had　the　ring　of　truth。　There　were　examples　in　his　own　experience　。　。　。
　Moneo　nodded。　〃The　homosexual；　latent　or　otherwise；　who　maintains　that　condition　for　reasons　which　could　be　called　purely　psychological；　tends　to　indulge　in　pain…causing　behavior…seeking　it　for　himself　and　inflicting　it　upon　others。　Lord　Leto　says　this　goes　back　to　the　testing　behavior　in　the　prehistoric　pack。〃
　〃You　believe　him'？〃
　〃I　do。〃
　Idaho　took　a　bite　of　the　melon。　It　had　lost　its　sweet　savor。　He　swallowed　and　put　down　his　spoon。
　〃I　will　have　to　think　about　this；〃　Idaho　said。
　〃Of　course。〃
　〃You're　not　eating；〃　Idaho　said。
　〃I　was　up　before　dawn　and　ate　then。〃　Moneo　gestured　at　his　plate。　〃The　women　continually　try　to　tempt　me。〃
　〃Do　they　ever　succeed？〃
　〃Occasionally。〃
　〃You're　right。　I　find　his　theory　curious。　Is　there　more　to　it？〃
　〃Ohhh；　he　says　that　when　it　breaks　out　of　the　adolescent　homosexual　restraints；　the　male　army　is　essentially　rapist。　Rape　is　often　murderous　and　that's　not　survival　behavior。〃
　Idaho　scowled。
　A　tight　smile　flitted　across　Moneo's　mouth。　〃Lord　Leto　says　that　only　Atreides　discipline　and　moral　restraints　prevented　some　of　the　worst　excesses　in　your　times。〃
　A　deep　sigh　shook　Idaho。
　Moneo　sat　back；　thinking　of　a　thing　the　God　Emperor　had　once　said：　〃No　matter　how　much　we　ask　after　the　truth；　self…awareness　is　often　unpleasant。　We　do　not　feel　kindly　toward　the　Truthsayer。〃
　〃Those　damned　Atreides！〃　Idaho　said。
　〃I　am　Atreides；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃What？〃　Idaho　was　shocked。
　〃His　breeding　program；〃　Moneo　said。　〃I'm　sure　the　Tleilaxu　mentioned　it。　I　am　directly　descended　from　the　mating　of　his　sister　and　Harq…al…Ada。〃
　Idaho　leaned　toward　him。　〃Then　tell　me；　Atreides；　how　are　women　better　soldiers　than　men？〃
　〃They　find　it　easier　to　mature。〃
　Idaho　shook　his　head　in　bewilderment。
　〃They　have　a　pelling　physical　way　of　moving　from　adolescence　into　maturity；〃　Moneo　said。　〃As　Lord　Leto　says；　‘Carry　a　baby　in　you　for　nine　months　and　that　changes　you。〃'
　Idaho　sat　back。　〃What　does　he　know　about　it？〃
　Moneo　merely　stared　at　him　until　Idaho　recalled　the　multitude　in　Leto…both　male　and　female。　The　realization　plunged　over　Idaho。　Moneo　saw　it；　recalling　a　ment　of　the　God　Emperor's：　〃Your　words　brand　him　with　the　look　you　want　him　to　have。〃
　As　the　silence　continued；　Moneo　cleared　his　throat。　Presently；　he　said：　〃The　immensity　of　the　Lord　Leto's　memories　has　been　known　to　stop　my　tongue；　too。〃
　〃Is　he　being　honest　with　us？〃　Idaho　asked。
　〃I　believe　him。〃
　〃But　he　does　so　many。。。I　mean；　take　this　breeding　program。　How　long　has　that　been　going　on？〃
　〃From　the　very　first。　From　the　day　he　took　it　away　from　the　Bene　Gesserit。〃
　〃What　does　he　want　from　it？〃
　〃I　wish　I　knew。〃
　〃But　you're。　。　。〃
　〃An　Atreides　and　his　chief　aide；　yes。〃
　〃You　haven't　convinced　me　that　a　female　army　is　best。〃
　〃They　continue　the　species。〃
　At　last；　Idaho's　frustration　and　anger　had　an　object。　〃Is　that　what　I　was　doing　with　them　that　first　night…breeding？〃
　〃Possibly。　The　Fish　Speakers　take　no　precautions　against　pregnancy。〃
　〃Damn　him！　I'm　not　some　animal　he　can　move　from　stall　to　stall　like　a。。。like　a　。　。　。〃
　〃Like　a　stud？〃
　。。Yes！〃
　〃But　the　Lord　Leto　refuses　to　follow　the　Tleilaxu　pattern　of　gene　surgery　and　artificial　insemination。〃
　〃What　have　the　Tleilaxu　got　to。　。　。〃
　〃They　are　the　object　lesson。　Even　I　can　see　that。　Their　Face　Dancers　are　mules；　closer　to　a　colony　organism　than　to　human。〃
　〃Those　others　of。。。　me。。。were　any　of　them　his　studs？〃
　〃Some。　You　have　descendants。〃
　〃Who？〃
　〃I　am　one。〃
　Idaho　stared　into　Moneo's　eyes；　lost　suddenly　in　a　tangle　of　relationships。　Idaho　found　the　relationships　impossible　to　understand。　Moneo　obviously　was　so　much　older　than。。。But　I　am。。。Which　of　them　was　truly　the　older？　Which　the　ancestor　and　which　the　descendant？
　〃I　sometimes　have　trouble　with　this　myself；〃　Moneo　said。　〃If　it　helps；　the　Lord　Leto　assures　me　that　you　are　not　my　descendant；　not　in　any　ordinary　sense。　However；　you　may　well　father　some　of　my　descendants。〃
　Idaho　shook　his　head　from　side　to　side。
　〃Sometimes　I　think　only　the　God　Emperor　himself　can　understand　these　things；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃That's　another　thing〃　Idaho　said。　〃This　god　business。〃
　〃The　Lord　Leto　says　he　has　created　a　holy　obscenity。〃
　This　was　not　the　response　Idaho　had　expected。　What　did　I　expect？　A　defense　of　the　Lord　Leto？
　〃Holy　obscenity；〃　Moneo　repeated。　The　words　rolled　from　his　tongue　with　a　strange　sense　of　gloating　in　them。
　Idaho　focused　a　probing　stare　on　Moneo。　He　hates　his　God　Emperor！　No。。。he　fears　him。　But　don't　we　always　hate　what　we　fear？
　〃Why　do　you　believe　in　him？〃　Idaho　demanded。
　〃You　ask　if　I　share　in　the　popular　religion？〃
　〃No！　Does　he？〃
　〃I　think　so。〃
　〃Why？　Why　do　you　think　so？〃
　〃Because　he　says　he　wishes　to　create　no　more　Face　Dancers。　He　insists　that　his　human　stock；　once　it　has　been　paired；　breeds　in　the　way　it　has　always　bred。〃
　〃What　the　hell　does　that　have　to　do　with　it？〃
　〃You　asked　me　what　he　believes　in。　I　think　he　believes　in　chance。　I　think　that's　his　god。〃
　〃That's　superstition！〃
　〃Considering　the　circumstances　of　the　Empire；　a　very　daring　superstition。〃
　Idaho　glared　at　Moneo。　〃You　damned　Atreides；〃　he　muttered。　〃You'll　dare　anything！〃
　Moneo　noted　that　there　was　dislike　mixed　with　admiration　in　Idaho's　voice。
　
　The　Duncans　always　begin　that　way。
　What　is　the　most　profound　difference　between　us；　between　you　and　me？　You　already　know　it。　It's　these　ancestral　memories。　Mine　e　at　me　in　the　full　glare　of　awareness。　Yours　work　from　your　blind　side。　Some　call　it　instinct　or　fate。　The　memories　apply　their　leverages　to　each　of　us…on　what　we　think　and　what　we　do。　You　think　you　are　immune　to　such　influences？　I　am　Galileo。　I　stand　here　and　tell　you：　〃Yet　it　moves。〃　That　which　moves　can　exert　its　force　in　ways　no　mortal　power　ever　before　dared　stem。　I　am　here　to　dare　this。
　…The　Stolen　Journals
　〃WHEN　SHE　was　a　child；　she　watched　me；　remember？　When　she　thought　I　was　not　aware；　Siona　watched　me　like　the　desert　hawk　which　circles　above　the　lair　of　its　prey。　You　yourself　mentioned　it。〃
　Leto　rolled　his　body　a　quarter　turn　on　his　cart　while　speaking。　This　brought　his　cowled　face　close　to　that　of　Moneo；　who　trotted　beside　the　cart。
　It　was　barely　dawn　on　the　desert　road　which　followed　the　high　artificial　ridge　from　the　Citadel　in　the　Sareer　to　the　Festival　City。　The　road　from　the　desert　ran　laser…beam　straight　until　it　reached　this　point　where　it　curved　widely　and　dipped　into　terraced　canyons　before　crossing　the　Idaho　River。　The　air　was　full　of　thick　mists　from　the　river　tumbling　in　its　distant　clamor；　but　Leto　had　opened　the　bubble　cover　which　sealed　the　front　of　his　cart。　The　moisture　made　his　worm…self　tingle　with　vague　distress；　but　there　was　the　smell　of　sweet　desert　growth　in　the　mist　and　his　human　nostrils　savored　it。　He　ordered　the　cortege　to　stop。
　〃Why　are　we　stopping；　Lord？〃　Moneo　asked。
　Leto　did　not　answer。　The　cart　creaked　as　he　heaved　his　bulk　into　an　arching　curve　which　lifted　his　head　and　allowed　him　to　look　across　the　Forbidden　Forest　to　the　Kynes　Sea　glistening　silver　far　off　to　the　right。　He　turned　left　and　there　were　the　remains　of　the　Shield　Wall；　a　sinuous　low　shadow　in　the　morning　light。　The　ridge　here　had　been　raised　almost　two　thousand　meters　to　enclose　the　Sareer　and　limit　airborne　moisture　there。　From　his　vantage；　Leto　could　see　the　distant　notch　where　he　had　caused　the　Festival　City　of　Onn　to　be　built。
　〃It　is　a　whim　which　stops　me；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Shouldn't　we　cross　the　bridge　before　resting？〃　Moneo　asked。
　〃I　am　not　resting。〃
　Leto　stared　ahead。　After　a　series　of　switchbacks　which　were　visible　from　here　only　as　a　twisting　shadow；　the　high　road　crossed　the　river　on　a　faery　bridge；　climbed　to　a　buffer　ridge　and　then　sloped　down　to　the　city　which　presented　a　vista　of　glittering　spires　at　this　distance。
　〃The　Duncan　acts　subdued；〃　Leto　said。　〃Have　you　had　your　long　conversation　with　him？〃
　〃Precisely　as　you　required；　Lord。〃
　〃Well；　it's　only　been　four　days；〃　Leto　said。　〃They　often　take　longer　to　recover。〃
　〃He　has　been　busy　with　your　Guard；　Lord。　They　were　out　until　late　again　last　night。〃
　〃The　Duncans　do　not　like　to　walk　in　the　open。　They　think　about　the　things　which　could　be　used　to　attack　us。〃
　〃I　know；　Lord。〃
　Leto　turned　and　looked　squarely　at　Moneo。　The　majordomo　wore　a　green　cloak　over　his　white　uniform。　He　stood　beside　the　open　bubble　cover；　exactly　in　the　place　where　duty　required　that　he　station　himself　on　these　excursions。
　〃You　are　very　dutiful；　Moneo；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Thank　you；　Lord。〃
　Guards　and　courtiers　kept　themselves　at　a　respectful　distance　well　behind　the　cart。　Most　of　them　were　trying　to　avoid　even　the　appearance　of　eavesdropping　on　Leto　and　Moneo。　Not　so　Idaho。　He　had　positioned　some　of