fh.godemperorofdune-第65部分

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　〃Even　if　there　were　tracks；　you　could　not　go　back。　There　is　nothing　at　my　Little　Citadel　that　you　could　get　to　and　use　for　survival。〃
　〃No　water？〃
　〃Nothing。〃
　She　found　the　catchpocket　tube　at　her　shoulder；　sucked　at　it　and　restored　it。　He　noted　the　care　with　which　she　sealed　the　end；　but　she　did　not　pull　the　face　flap　across　her　mouth；　although　Leto　had　heard　her　father　warning　her　about　this。　She　wanted　her　mouth　free　for　talking！
　〃You're　telling　me　I　can't　run　away　from　you；〃　she　said。
　〃Run　away　if　you　want。〃
　She　turned　a　full　circle；　examining　the　wasteland。
　〃There　is　a　saying　about　the　open　land；〃　he　said；　〃that　one　direction　is　as　good　as　another。　In　some　ways；　that's　still　true；　but　I　would　not　depend　on　it。〃
　〃But　I'm　really　free　to　leave　you　if　I　want？〃
　〃Freedom　can　be　a　very　lonely　estate；〃　he　said。
　She　pointed　to　the　steep　side　of　the　dune　on　which　they　had　stopped。　〃But　I　could　just　go　down　there　and。　。　。〃
　〃Were　I　you；　Siona；　I　would　not　go　down　where　you　are　pointing。〃
　She　glared　at　him。　〃Why？〃
　〃On　the　dune's　steep　side；　unless　you　follow　the　natural　curves；　the　sand　may　slide　down　upon　you　and　bury　you。〃
　She　looked　down　the　slope；　absorbing　this。
　〃See　how　beautiful　words　can　be？〃　he　asked。
　She　returned　her　attention　to　his　face。　〃Should　we　be　going？〃
　〃You　learn　to　value　leisure　out　here。　And　courtesy。　There's　no　hurry。〃
　〃But　we　have　no　water　except　the。。
　。〃
　〃Used　wisely；　that　stillsuit　will　keep　you　alive。〃
　〃But　how　long　will　it　take　us　to。　。　。〃
　〃Your　impatience　alarms　me。〃
　〃But　we　have　only　this　dried　food　in　my　pouch。　What　will　we　eat　when。。。〃
　〃Siona！　Have　you　noticed　that　you　are　expressing　our　situation　as　mutual。　What　will　we　eat？　We　have　no　water。　Should　we　be　going？　How　long　will　it　take　us？〃
　He　sensed　the　dryness　of　her　mouth　as　she　tried　to　swallow。
　〃Could　it　be　that　we're　interdependent？〃　he　asked。
　She　spoke　reluctantly。　〃I　don't　know　how　to　survive　out　here。〃
　〃But　I　do？〃
　She　nodded。
　〃Why　should　I　share　such　precious　knowledge　with　you？〃　he　asked。
　She　shrugged；　a　pitiful　gesture　which　touched　him。　How　quickly　the　desert　cut　away　previous　attitudes。
　〃I　will　share　my　knowledge　with　you；〃　he…said。　〃And　you　must　find　something　valuable　that　you　can　share　with　me。〃
　Her　gaze　traversed　his　length；　paused　a　moment　at　the　flippers　which　once　were　his　legs　and　feet；　then　came　back　to　his　face。
　〃Agreement　bought　with　threats　is　no　agreement；〃　she　said。
　〃I　offer　you　no　violence。〃
　〃There　are　many　kinds　of　violence；〃　she　said。
　〃And　I　brought　you　out　here　where　you　may　die？〃
　〃Did　I　have　a　choice　in　it？〃
　〃It　is　difficult　to　be　born　an　Atreides；〃　he　said。　〃Believe　me；　I　know。〃
　〃You　don't　have　to　do　it　this　way；〃　she　said。
　〃And　there　you　are　wrong。〃
　He　turned　away　from　her　and　set　off　in　a　sinusoidal　track　down　the　dune。　He　heard　her　slipping　and　stumbling　as　she　followed。　Leto　stopped　well　into　the　dune　shadow。
　〃We'll　wait　out　the　day　here；〃　he　said。　〃It　uses　less　water　to　travel　by　night。〃
　
　One　of　the　most　terrible　words　in　any　language　is　Soldier。　The　synonyms　parade　through　our　history：　yogahnee；　trooper；　hussar；　kareebo；　cossack；　deranzeef；　legionnaire；　sardaukar；　fish　speaker。。。　I　know　them　all。　They　stand　there　in　the　ranks　of　my　memory　to　remind　me：　Always　make　sure　you　have　the　army　with　you。
　…The　Stolen　Journals
　IDAHO　FOUND　Moneo　at　last　in　the　long　underground　corridor　which　connected　the　Citadel's　eastern　and　western　plexes。　Since　daybreak　two　hours　before；　Idaho　had　been　prowling　the　Citadel　seeking　the　majordomo　and　there　he　was；　far　off　down　the　corridor；　talking　to　someone　concealed　in　a　doorway；　but　Moneo　was　recognizable　even　at　this　distance　by　his　stance　and　that　inevitable　white　uniform。
　The　corridor's　plastone　walls　were　amber　here　fifty　meters　below　the　surface　and　lighted　by　glowstrips　keyed　to　the　daylight　hours。　Cool　breezes　were　drawn　into　these　depths　by　a　simple　arrangement　of　free　swinging　wings　which　stood　like　gigantic　robed　figures　on　perimeter　towers　at　the　surface。　Now　that　the　sun　had　warmed　the　sands；　all　of　the　wings　pointed　northward　for　the　cool　air　pouring　into　the　Sareer。　Idaho　smelled　the　flinty　breeze　as　he　walked。
　He　knew　what　this　corridor　was　supposed　to　represent。　It　did　have　some　characteristics　of　an　ancient　Fremen　sietch。　The　corridor　was　wide；　big　enough　to　take　Leto　on　his　cart。　The　arched　ceiling　looked　like　rock。　But　the　twin　glowstrips　were　discord。　Idaho　had　never　seen　glowstrips　before　ing　to　the　Citadel；　they　had　been　considered　impractical　in　his　day；　requiring　too　much　energy；　too　costly　to　maintain。　Glowglobes　were　simpler　and　easily　replaced。　He　had　e　to　realize；　however；　that　Leto　considered　few　things　impractical。
　What　Leto　wants；　someone　provides。
　The　thought　had　an　ominous　feeling　as　Idaho　marched　down　the　corridor　toward　Moneo。
　Small　rooms　lined　the　corridor　sietch…fashion；　no　doors；　only　thin　hangings　of　russet　fabric　which　swayed　in　the　breeze。　Idaho　knew　that　this　area　was　mostly　quarters　for　the　younger　Fish　Speakers。　He　had　recognized　an　assembly　chamber　with　attendant　rooms　for　weapons　storage；　kitchen；　a　dining　hall；　maintenance　shops。　He　had　also　seen　other　things　behind　the　inadequate　privacy　of　the　hangings；　things　which　fed　his　rage。
　Moneo　turned　at　Idaho's　approach。　The　woman　to　whom　Moneo　had　been　talking　retreated　and　let　the　hanging　drop；　but　not　before　Idaho　glimpsed　an　older　face　with　an　air　of　mand　about　it。　Idaho　did　not　recognize　that　particular　mander。
　Moneo　nodded　as　Idaho　stopped　two　paces　away。
　〃The　guards　say　you've　been　looking　for　me；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃Where　is　he；　Moneo？〃
　〃Where　is　who？〃
　Moneo　swept　his　gaze　up　and　down　Idaho's　figure；　noting　the　old…fashioned　Atreides　uniform；　black　with　a　red　hawk　at　the　breast；　the　high　boots　glistening　with　polish。　There　was　a　ritual　look　about　the　man。
　Idaho　took　a　shallow　breath　and　spoke　through　clenched　teeth：　〃Don't　you　start　that　game　with　me！〃
　Moneo　took　his　attention　away　from　the　sheathed　knife　at　Idaho's　waist。　It　looked　like　a　museum　piece　with　its　jeweled　handle。　Where　had　Idaho　found　it？〃
　〃If　you　mean　the　God　Emperor。。。〃　Moneo　said。
　〃Where？〃
　Moneo　kept　his　voice　mild。　〃Why　are　you　so　anxious　to　die？〃
　〃They　said　you　were　with　him。〃
　〃That　was　earlier。〃
　〃I'll　find　him；　Moneo！〃
　〃Not　right　now。〃
　Idaho　put　a　hand　on　his　knife。　〃Do　I　have　to　use　force　to　make　you　talk？〃
　〃I　would　not　advise　that。〃
　〃Where。。。is。。。he？〃
　〃Since　you　insist；　he　is　out　in　the　desert　with　Siona。〃
　〃With　your　daughter？〃　〃Is　there　another　Siona？〃　〃What're　they　doing？〃　〃She　is　being　tested。〃　〃When　will　they　return？〃　Moneo　shrugged；　then：　〃Why　this　unseemly　anger；　Duncan？〃　〃What's　this　test　of　your。。
　。〃
　〃I　don't　know。　Now；　why　are　you　so　upset？〃
　〃I'm　sick　of　this　place！　Fish　Speakers！〃　He　turned　his　head　and　spat。
　Moneo　glanced　down　the　corridor　behind　Idaho；　recalling　the　man's　approach。　Knowing　the　Duncans；　it　was　easy　to　recognize　what　had　fed　his　current　rage。
　〃Duncan；〃　Moneo　said；　〃it's　perfectly　normal　for　adolescent　females　as　well　as　males　to　have　feelings　of　physical　attraction　toward　members　of　their　own　sex。　Most　of　them　will　grow　out　of　it。〃
　〃It　should　be　stamped　out！〃
　〃But　it's　part　of　our　heritage。〃
　〃Stamped　out！　And　that's　not。。
　。〃
　〃Oh；　be　still。　If　you　try　to　suppress　it；　you　only　increase　its　power。〃
　Idaho　glared　at　him。　〃And　you　say　you　don't　know　what's　going　on　up　there　with　your　own　daughter！〃
　〃Siona　is　being　tested；　I　told　you。〃
　〃And　what's　that　supposed　to　mean？〃
　Moneo　put　a　hand　over　his　eyes　and　sighed。　He　lowered　the　hand；　wondering　why　he　put　up　with　this　foolish；　dangerous；　antique　human。
　〃It　means　that　she　may　die　out　there。〃
　Idaho　was　taken　aback；　some　of　his　anger　cooling。　〃How　can　you　allow。。　。〃
　〃Allow？　You　think　I　have　a　choice？〃
　〃Every　man　has　a　choice！〃
　A　bitter　smile　flitted　across　Moneo's　lips。　〃How　is　it　that　you　are　so　much　more　foolish　than　the　other　Duncans？〃
　〃Other　Duncans！〃　Idaho　said。　〃How　did　those　others　die；　Moneo？〃
　〃The　way　we　all　die。　They　ran　out　of　time。〃
　〃You　lie。〃　Idaho　spoke　past　gritted　teeth；　his　knuckles　white　on　the　knife　handle。
　Still　speaking　mildly；　Moneo　said：　〃Have　a　care。　There　are　limits　even　to　what　I　will　take；　especially　just　now。〃
　〃This　place　is　rotten！〃　Idaho　said。　He　gestured　with　his　free　hand　at　the　corridor　behind　him。　〃There　are　some　things　I'll　never　accept！〃
　Moneo　stared　down　the　empty　corridor　without　seeing。　〃You　must　mature；　Duncan。　You　must。〃
　Idaho's　hand　tensed　on　the　knife。　〃What　does　that　mean？〃
　〃These　are　sensitive　times。　Anything　unsettling　to　him；　anything。。。must　be　prevented。〃
　Idaho　held　himself　on　the　edge　of　violence；　his　anger　restrained　only　by　something　puzzling　in　Moneo's　manner。　Words　had　been　spoken；　though；　which　could　not　be　ignored。
　〃I'm　not　some　damned　immature　child　you　can。。。〃
　〃Duncan！〃　It　was　the　loudest　sound　Idaho　had　ever　heard　from　the　mild…mannered　Moneo。　Surprise　stayed　Idaho's　hand　while　Moneo　continued：　〃If　the　demands　of　your　flesh　are　for　maturity；　but　something　holds　you　in　adolescence；　quite　nasty　behavior　develops。　Le