fh.godemperorofdune-第75部分

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　〃What　is　this　thing　of　colors；　Lord？〃
　〃The　continuum；　the　never…ending；　the　Golden　Path。〃
　〃But　you　see　things　which　we　do　not；　Lord！〃
　〃Because　you　refuse！〃
　Moneo　sank　his　chin　to　his　chest。　〃Lord；　I　know　you　have　evolved　beyond　the　rest　of　us。　That　is　why　we　worship　you　and。。。〃
　〃Damn　you；　Moneo！〃
　Moneo　jerked　his　head　up　and　stared　at　Leto　in　terror。
　〃Civilizations　collapse　when　their　powers　outrun　their　religions！〃　Leto　said。　〃Why　can't　you　see　this？　Hwi　does。〃
　〃She　is　Ixian；　Lord。　Perhaps　she。　。　。〃
　〃She's　a　Fish　Speaker！　She　has　been　from　birth；　born　to　serve　me。　No！〃　Leto　raised　one　of　his　tiny　hands　as　Moneo　tried　to　speak。　〃The　Fish　Speakers　are　disturbed　because　I　called　them　my　brides；　and　now　they　see　a　stranger　not　trained　in　Siaynoq　who　knows　it　better　than　they。〃
　〃How　can　that　be；　Lord；　when　your　Fish。。
　。〃
　〃What　are　you　saying？　Each　of　us　es　into　being　knowing　who　he　is　and　what　he　is　supposed　to　do。〃
　Moneo　opened　his　mouth　but　closed　it　without　speaking。
　〃Small　children　know；〃　Leto　said。　〃It's　only　after　adults　have　confused　them　that　children　hide　this　knowledge　even　from　themselves。　Moneo！　Uncover　yourself！〃
　〃Lord；　I　cannot！〃　The　words　were　torn　from　Moneo。　He　trembled　with　anguish。　〃I　do　not　have　your　powers；　your　knowledge　of。　。　。〃
　〃Enough！〃
　Moneo　fell　silent。　His　body　shook。
　Leto　spoke　soothingly　to　him。　〃It's　all　right；　Moneo。　I　asked　too　much　of　you　and　I　can　see　your　fatigue。〃
　Slowly；　Moneo's　trembling　subsided。　He　drew　in　deep；　gulping　breaths。
　Leto　said：　〃There　will　be　some　change　in　my　Fremen　wedding。　We　will　not　use　the　water　rings　of　my　sister；　Ghanima。　We　will　use；　instead；　the　rings　of　my　mother。〃
　〃The　Lady　Chani；　Lord？　But　where　are　her　rings？〃
　Leto　twisted　his　bulk　on　the　cart　and　pointed　to　the　intersection　of　two　cavernous　spokes　on　his　left　where　the　dim　light　revealed　the　earliest　burial　niches　of　the　Atreides　on　Arrakis。　〃In　her　tomb；　the　first　niche。　You　will　remove　those　rings；　Moneo；　and　bring　them　to　the　ceremony。〃
　Moneo　stared　across　the　gloomy　distance　of　the　crypt。　〃Lord。。。is　it　not　a　desecration　to。　。　。〃
　〃You　forget；　Moneo；　who　lives　in　me。〃　He　spoke　then　in　Chani's　voice：　〃I　can　do　what　I　want　with　my　water　rings！〃
　Moneo　cowered。　〃Yes；　Lord。　I　will　bring　them　with　me　to　Tabur　Village　when。。。〃
　〃Tabur　Village？〃　Leto　asked　in　his　usual　voice。　〃But　I　have　changed　my　mind。　We　will　be　wed　at　Tuono　Village！〃
　
　Most　civilization　is　based　on　cowardice。　It's　so　easy　to　civilize　by　teaching　cowardice。　You　water　down　the　standards　which　would　lead　to　bravery。　You　restrain　the　will。　You　regulate　the　appetites。　You　fence　in　the　horizons。　You　make　a　law　for　every　movement。　You　deny　the　existence　of　chaos。　You　teach　even　the　children　to　breathe　slowly。　You　tame。
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　IDAHO　STOOD　aghast　at　his　first　close　glimpse　of　Tuono　Village。　That　was　the　home　of　Fremen？
　The　Fish　Speaker　troop　had　taken　them　from　the　Citadel　at　daybreak；　Idaho　and　Siona　bundled　into　a　large　ornithopter；　acpanied　by　two　smaller　guard　ships。　And　the　flight　had　been　slow；　almost　three　hours。　They　had　landed　at　a　flat；　round　plastone　hangar　almost　a　kilometer　from　the　village；　separated　from　it　by　old　dunes　locked　in　shape　with　plantings　of　poverty　grasses　and　a　few　scrubby　bushes。　As　they　came　down；　the　wall　directly　behind　the　village　had　seemed　to　grow　taller　and　taller；　the　village　shrinking　beneath　such　immensity。
　〃The　Museum　Fremen　are　kept　generally　uncontaminated　by　off…planet　technology；〃　Nayla　had　explained　as　the　escort　sealed　the　'thopters　into　the　low　hangar。　One　of　the　troop　already　had　been　sent　trotting　off　toward　Tuono　with　the　announcement　of　their　arrival。
　Siona　had　remained　mostly　silent　all　during　the　flight；　but　she　had　studied　Nayla　with　covert　intensity。
　For　a　time　during　the　march　across　the　morning…lighted　dunes；　Idaho　had　tried　to　imagine　that　he　was　back　in　the　old　
　days。　Sand　was　visible　in　the　plantings　and；　in　the　valleys　between　dunes；　there　was　parched　ground；　yellow　grass；　the　sticklike　shrubs。　Three　vultures；　their　gap…tipped　wings　spread　wide；　circled　in　the　vault　of　sky…〃the　soaring　search；〃　Fremen　had　called　it。　Idaho　had　tried　to　explain　this　to　Siona　walking　beside　him。　You　worried　about　the　carrion…eaters　only　when　they　began　to　descend。
　〃I　have　been　told　about　vultures；〃　she　said；　her　voice　cold。
　Idaho　had　noted　the　perspiration　on　her　upper　lip。　There　was　a　spicy　smell　of　sweat　in　the　troop　pressed　close　around　them。
　His　imagination　was　not　equal　to　the　task　of　defocusing　the　differences　between　the　past　and　this　time。　The　issue　stillsuits　they　wore　were　more　for　show　than　for　efficient　collection　of　the　body's　water。　No　true　Fremen　would　have　trusted　his　life　to　one　of　them；　not　even　here；　where　the　air　smelled　of　nearby　water。　And　the　Fish　Speakers　of　Nayla's　troop　did　not　walk　in　Fremen　silence。　They　chattered　among　themselves　like　children。
　Siona　trudged　beside　him　in　sullen　withdrawal；　her　attention　frequently　on　the　broad　muscular　back　of　Nayla；　who　strode　along　a　few　paces　ahead　of　the　troop。
　What　was　between　those　two　women？　Idaho　wondered。　Nayla　appeared　devoted　to　Siona；　hanging　on　Siona's　every　word；　obeying　every　whim　Siona　uttered。。。except　that　Nayla　would　not　deviate　from　the　orders　which　brought　them　to　Tuono　Village。　Still；　Nayla　deferred　to　Siona　and　called　her　〃mander。〃　There　was　something　deep　between　those　two；　something　which　aroused　awe　and　fear　in　Nayla。
　They　came　at　last　to　a　slope　which　dropped　down　to　the　village　and　the　wall　behind　it。　From　the　air；　Tuono　had　been　a　cluster　of　glittering　rectangles　just　outside　the　shadow　of　the　wall。　From　this　close　vantage；　though；　it　had　been　reduced　to　a　cluster　of　decaying　huts　made　even　more　pitiful　by　attempts　to　decorate　the　place。　Bits　of　shiny　minerals　and　scraps　of　metal　picked　out　scroll　designs　on　the　building　walls。　A　tattered　green　banner　fluttered　from　a　metal　pole　atop　the　largest　structure。　A　fitful　breeze　brought　the　smell　of　garbage　and　uncovered　cesspools　to　Idaho's　nostrils。　The　central　street　of　the　village　extended　out　across　the　sparsely　planted　sand　toward　the　troop；　ending　in　a　ragged　edge　of　broken　paving。
　A　robed　delegation　waited　near　the　building　of　the　green　flag；　standing　there　expectantly　with　the　Fish　Speaker　messenger　Nayla　had　sent　on　ahead。　Idaho　counted　eight　in　the　delegation；　all　men　in　what　appeared　to　be　authentic　Fremen　robes　of　dark　brown。　A　green　headband　could　be　glimpsed　beneath　the　hood　on　one　of　the　delegation…the　Naib；　no　doubt。　Children　waited　to　one　side　with　flowers。　Black…hooded　women　could　be　seen　peering　from　side…streets　in　the　background。　Idaho　found　the　whole　scene　distressing。
　〃Let's　get　it　over　with；〃　Siona　said。
　Nayla　nodded　and　led　the　way　down　the　slope　onto　the　street。　Siona　and　Idaho　stayed　a　few　paces　behind　her。　The　rest　of　the　troop　straggled　along　after　them；　silent　now　and　peering　around　with　undisguised　curiosity。
　As　Nayla　neared　the　delegation；　the　one　with　the　green　headband　stepped　forward　and　bowed。　He　moved　like　an　old　man　but　Idaho　saw　that　he　was　not　old；　barely　into　his　middle　years；　the　cheeks　smooth　and　unwrinkled；　a　stubby　nose　with　no　scars　from　breath…filter　tubes；　and　the　eyes！　The　eyes　revealed　definite　pupils；　not　the　all…blue　of　spice　addiction。　They　were　brown　eyes。　Brown　eyes　in　a　Fremen！
　〃I　am　Garun；〃　the　man　said　as　Nayla　stopped　in　front　of　him。　〃I　am　Naib　of　this　place。　I　give　you　a　Fremen　wele　to　Tuono。〃
　Nayla　gestured　over　her　shoulder　at　Siona　and　Idaho；　who　had　stopped　just　behind　her。　〃Are　quarters　prepared　for　your　guests？〃
　〃We　Fremen　are　noted　for　our　hospitality；〃　Garun　said。　〃All　is　ready。〃
　Idaho　sniffed　at　the　sour　smells　and　sounds　of　this　place。　He　glanced　through　open　windows　of　the　flag…topped　building　on　his　right。　The　Atreides　banner　flying　over　that？　The　window　opened　into　an　auditorium　with　low　ceiling；　a　band…shell　at　the　far　end　enclosing　a　small　platform。　He　saw　rows　of　seats；　maroon　carpeting　on　the　floor。　It　had　all　the　look　of　a　stage　setting；　a　place　to　entertain　tourists。
　The　sound　of　shuffling　feet　brought　Idaho's　attention　back　to　Garun。　Children　were　pressing　forward　around　the　delegation；　extending　clumps　of　garish　red　flowers　in　their　grimy　hands。　The　flowers　were　wilted。
　Garun　addressed　himself　to　Siona；　correctly　identifying　the　gold　piping　of　Fish　Speaker　mand　in　her　uniform。
　〃Will　you　wish　a　performance　of　our　Fremen　rituals？〃　he　asked。　〃The　music；　perhaps？　The　dance？〃
　Nayla　accepted　a　bunch　of　flowers　from　one　of　the　children；　sniffed　them　and　sneezed。
　Another　urchin　extended　flowers　toward　Siona；　lifting　a　wide…eyed　stare　toward　her。　She　accepted　the　flowers　without　looking　at　the　child。　Idaho　merely　waved　the　children　aside　as　they　approached　him。　They　hesitated；　staring　up　at　him；　then　scurried　around　him　toward　the　rest　of　the　troop。
　Garun　spoke　to　Idaho。　〃If　you　give　them　a　few　coins；　they　will　not　bother　you。〃
　Idaho　shuddered。　Was　this　the　training　for　Fremen　children？
　Garun　returned　his　attention　to　Siona。　With　Nayla　listening；　Garun　began　explaining　the　layout　of　his　village。
　Idaho　moved　away　from　them　down　the　street；