fh.godemperorofdune-第58部分
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〃I did not disturb him；〃 Moneo said。
〃Of course not；〃 she agreed。 Her look softened slightly。
〃But I would like to know who or what did。〃
〃I think he is impatient for his marriage；〃 Moneo said。 〃I think that's all it is。〃
〃Then hurry the day！〃 she said。
〃That's what I'm about；〃 Moneo said。 He turned and hurried away down the long hall to his own area of the Citadel。 Gods！ The Fish Speakers were being as dangerous as the God Emperor。
That stupid Duncan！ He puts us all in peril。 And Hwi Noree！ What's to be done about her？
The pattern of monarchies and similar systems has a message of value for all political forms。 My memories assure me that governments of any kind could profit from this message。 Governments can be useful to the governed only so long as inherent tendencies toward tyranny are restrained。 Monarchies have some good features beyond their star qualities。 They can reduce the size and parasitic nature of the management bureaucracy。 They can make speedy decisions when necessary。 They fit an ancient human demand for a parental （tribal/feudal） hierarchy where every person knows his place。 It is valuable to know your place； even if that place is temporary。 It is galling to be held in place against your will。 This is why I teach about tyranny in the best possible way by example。 Even though you read these words after a passage of eons； my tyranny will not be forgotten。 My Golden Path assures this。 Knowing my message； I expect you to be exceedingly careful about the powers you delegate to any government。
…The Stolen Journals
Leto PREPARED with patient care for his first private meeting with Siona since her childhood banishment to the Fish Speaker schools in the Festival City。 He told Moneo that he would see her at the Little Citadel； a vantage tower he had built in the central Sareer。 The site had been chosen to provide views of old and new and places between。 There were no roads to the Little Citadel。 Visitors arrived by 'thopter。 Leto went there as though by magic。 '
With his own hands； in the early days of his ascendancy； Leto has used an Ixian machine to dig a secret tunnel under the Sareer to his tower； doing all of the work himself。 In those days； a few wild sandworms still roamed the desert。 He had lined his tunnel with massive walls of fused silica and had imbedded countless bubbles of worm…repelling water in the outer layers。 The tunnel anticipated his maximum growth and the requirements of a Royal Cart which； at that time； had been only a figment of his visions；
In the early predawn hours of the day assigned to Siona； Leto descended to the crypt and gave orders to his guard that he was not to be disturbed by anyone。 His cart sped him down one of the crypt's dark spokes where he opened a hidden portal； emerging in less than an hour at the Little Citadel。
One of his delights was to go out alone onto the sand。 No cart。 Only his pre…worm body to carry him。 The sand felt luxuriously sensuous against him。 The heat of his passage through the dunes in the day's first light sent up a wake of steam which required him to keep moving。 He brought himself to a stop only when he found a relatively dry pocket about five kilometers out。 He lay there at the center of an unfortable dampness from the trace…dew； his body just outside the long shadow of the tower which stretched eastward from him across the dunes。
From a distance； the three thousand meters of the tower could be seen as an impossible needle stabbing the sky。 Only the inspired blend of Leto's mands and Ixian imagination made the structure conceivable。 One hundred and fifty meters in diameter； the tower sat on a foundation which plunged as deeply under the sand as it climbed above。 The magic of plasteel and superlight alloys kept it supple in the wind and resistant to sandblast abrasions。
Leto enjoyed the place so much that he rationed his visits； making up a long list of personal rules which had to be met。 The rules added up to 〃Great Necessity。〃
For a few moments while he lay there； he could shed the loads of the Golden Path。 Moneo； good and reliable Moneo； would see that Siona arrived promptly； just at nightfall。 Leto had a full day in which to relax and think； to play and pretend that he possessed no cares； to drink up the raw sustenance of the earth in a feeding frenzy which he could never indulge in at Onn or at the Citadel。 In those places； he was required to confine himself to furtive burrowings through narrow passages where only prescient caution kept him from encountering waterpockets。 Here； though； he could race through the sand and across it； feed and grow strong。
Sand crunched beneath him as he rolled； flexing his body in pure animal enjoyment。 He could feel his worm…self being restored； an electric sensation which sent messages of health all through him。
The sun was well above the horizon now； painting a golden line up the side of the tower。 There was the smell of bitter dust in the air and an odor of distant spiny plants which had responded to the morning's trace…dew。 Gently at first； then more rapidly； he moved out in a wide circle around the tower； thinking about Siona as he went。
There could be no more delays。 She had to be tested。 Moneo knew this as well as Leto did。
Just that morning； Moneo had said： 〃Lord； there is terrible violence in her。〃
〃She has the beginnings of adrenalin addiction；〃 Leto had said。 〃It's cold…turkey time。〃
〃Cold what； Lord？〃
〃It's an ancient expression。 It means she must be subjected to a plete withdrawal。 She must go through a necessity shock。〃
〃Oh。。。I see。〃
For once； Leto realized； Moneo did see。 Moneo had gone through his own cold…turkey time。
〃The young generally are incapable of making hard decisions unless those decisions are associated with immediate violence and the consequent sharp flow of adrenalin；〃 Leto had explained。
Moneo had held himself in reflexive silence； remembering； then： 〃It is a great peril。〃
〃That's the violence you see in Siona。 Even old people can cling to it； but the young wallow in it。〃
As he circled his tower in the growing light of the day； enjoying the feel of the sand even more as it dried； Leto thought about the conversation。 He slowed his passage over the sand。 A wind from behind him carried the vented oxygen and a burnt flint smell over his human nostrils。 He inhaled deeply； lifting his magnified awareness to a new level。
This preliminary day contained a multiple purpose。 He thought of the ing encounter much as an ancient bullfighter had thought about the first examination of a horned adversary。 Siona possessed her own version of horns； although Moneo would make certain that she brought no physical weapons to this encounter。 Leto had to be sure； though； that he knew Siona's every strength and every weakness。 And he would have to create special susceptibilities in her wherever possible。 She had to be prepared for the test； her psychic muscles blunted by well…planted barbs。
Shortly after noon； his worm…self satiated； Leto returned to the tower； crawled back onto his cart and lifted on suspensors to the very tip of a portal there which opened only at his mand。 Throughout the rest of the day； he lay there in the aerie； thinking； plotting。
The fluttering wings of an ornithopter whispered on the air just at nightfall to signal Moneo's arrival。
Faithful Moneo。
Leto caused a landing…lip to extrude from his aerie。 The 'thopter glided in； its wings cupped。 It settled gently onto the lip。 Leto stared out through the gathering darkness。 Siona emerged and darted in toward him； fearful of the unprotected height。 She wore a white robe over a black uniform without insignia。 She stole one look backward when she stopped just inside the tower； then she turned her attention to Leto's bulk waiting on the cart almost at the center of the aerie。 The 'thopter lifted away and jetted off into the darkness。 Leto left the lip extruded； the portal open。
〃There is a balcony on the other side of the tower；〃 he said。 〃We will go there。〃
〃Why？〃
Siona's voice carried almost pure suspicion。
〃I'm told it's a cool place；〃 Leto said。 〃And there is indeed a faint sensation of cold on my cheeks when I expose them to the breeze there。〃
Curiosity brought her closer to him。
Leto closed the portal behind her。
〃The night view from the balcony is magnificent；〃 Leto said。
〃Why are we here？〃
〃Because here we will not be overheard。〃
Leto turned his cart and moved it silently out to the balcony。
The faintest of hidden illumination within the aerie showed her his movement。 He heard her follow。
The balcony was a half…ring on the southeast arc of the tower； a lacy railing at chest…height around the perimeter。 Siona moved to the rail and swept her gaze around the open land。
Leto sensed the waiting receptivity。 Something was to be spoken here for her ears alone。 Whatever it was； she would listen and respond from the well of her own motives。 Leto looked across her toward the edge of the Sareer where the manmade boundary wall was a low flat line just barely visible in the light of First Moon lifting above the horizon。 His amplified vision identified the distant movement of a convoy from Onn； a dull glow of lights from the
