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."For the same reason you're here, My Lady." No outward sign betrayed the shocking power of those simple words, but she reflected at a furious pace: Does he really know why I'm here? How could he? Only Ghanima knew.Then had he enough data for a mentat computation? That was possible.And what if he said something to give her away? Would he do that if he shared her reason for being here? He must know their every movement, every word was being spied upon by Farad'n or his servants."House Atreides has come to a bitter crossroads," she said."Family turned against itself.You were among my Duke's most loyal men, Duncan.When the Baron Harkonnen --" "Let us not speak of Harkonnens," he said, "That was another age and your Duke is dead." And he wondered: Can't she guess that Paul revealed the Harkonnen blood in the Atreides? What a risk that had been for Paul, but it had bound Duncan Idaho even more firmly to him.The trust in the revelation had been a coin almost too great to imagine.Paul had known what the Baron's people had done to Idaho."House Atreides is not dead," Jessica said."What is House Atreides?" he asked."Are you House Atreides? Is it Alia? Ghanima? Is it the people who serve this House? I look at those people and they bear the stamp of a travail beyond words! How can they be Atreides? Your son said it rightly: 'Travail and persecution are the lot of all who follow me.' I would break myself away from that, My Lady." "Have you really gone over to Farad'n?" "Isn't that what you've done, My Lady? Didn't you come here to convince Farad'n that a marriage to Ghanima would solve all of our problems?" Does he really think that? she wondered.Or is he talking for the watchful spies? "House Atreides has always been essentially an idea," she said."You know that, Duncan.We bought loyalty with loyalty." "Service to the people," Idaho sneered."Ahhh, many's the time I've heard your Duke say it.He must lie uneasy in his grave, My Lady." "Do you really think us fallen that low?" "My lady, did you not know that there are Fremen rebels -- they call themselves 'Marquis of the Inner Desert' -- who curse House Atreides and even Muad'Dib?" "I heard Farad'n's report," she said, wondering where he was leading this conversation and to what point."More than that, My Lady.More than Farad'n's report.I've heard their curse myself.Here's the way of it: 'Burning be on you, Atreides! You shall have no souls, nor spirits, nor bodies, nor shades nor magic nor bones, nor hair nor utterances nor words.You shall have no grave, nor house nor hole nor tomb.You shall have no garden, nor tree nor bush.You shall have no water, nor bread nor light nor fire.You shall have no children, nor family nor heirs nor tribe.You shall have no head, nor arms nor legs nor gait nor seed.You shall have no seats on any planet.Your souls shall not be permitted to come up from the depths, and they shall never be among those permitted to live upon the earth.On no day shall you behold Shai-Hulud, but you shall be bound and fettered in the nethermost abomination and your souls shall never enter into the glorious light for ever and ever.' That's the way of the curse, My Lady.Can you imagine such hatred from Fremen? They consign all Atreides to the left hand of the damned, to the Woman-Sun which is full of burning." Jessica allowed herself a shudder.Idaho undoubtedly had delivered those words with the same voice in which he'd heard the original curse.Why did he expose this to House Corrino? She could picture an outraged Fremen, terrible in his anger, standing before his tribe to vent that ancient curse.Why did Idaho want Farad'n to hear it? "You make a strong argument for the marriage of Ghanima and Farad'n," she said."You always did have a single-minded approach to problems," he said."Ghanima's Fremen.She can marry only one who pays no fai, no tax for protection.House Corrino gave up its entire CHOAM holdings to your son and his heirs.Farad'n exists on Atreides sufferance.And remember when your Duke planted the Hawk flag on Arrakis, remember what he said: 'Here I am; here I remain!' His bones are still there.And Farad'n would have to live on Arrakis, his Sardaukar with him." Idaho shook his head at the very thought of such an alliance."There's an old saying that one peels a problem like an onion," she said, her voice cold.How dare he patronize me? Unless he's performing for Farad'n's watchful eyes."Somehow, I can't see Fremen and Sardaukar sharing a planet," Idaho said."That's a layer which doesn't come off the onion." She didn't like the thoughts which Idaho's words might arouse in Farad'n and his advisors, spoke sharply: "House Atreides is still the law in this Empire!" And she thought: Does Idaho want Farad'n to believe he can regain the throne without the Atreides? "Oh, yes," Idaho said."I almost forgot.Atreides Law! As translated, of course, by the Priests of the Golden Elixir.I have but to close my eyes and I hear your Duke telling me that real estate is always gained and held by violence or the threat of it.Fortune passes everywhere, as Gurney used to sing it.The end justifies the means? Or do I have my proverbs mixed up? Well, it doesn't matter whether the mailed fist is brandished openly by Fremen legions or Sardaukar, or whether it's hidden in the Atreides Law -- the fist is still there.And the onion layer won't come off, My Lady.You know, I wonder which fist Farad'n will demand?" What is he doing? Jessica wondered.House Corrino would soak up this argument and gloat over it! "So you think the Priests wouldn't let Ghanima marry Farad'n?" Jessica ventured, probing to see where Idaho's words might be leading."Let her? Gods below! The Priests will let Alia do whatever she decrees [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."For the same reason you're here, My Lady." No outward sign betrayed the shocking power of those simple words, but she reflected at a furious pace: Does he really know why I'm here? How could he? Only Ghanima knew.Then had he enough data for a mentat computation? That was possible.And what if he said something to give her away? Would he do that if he shared her reason for being here? He must know their every movement, every word was being spied upon by Farad'n or his servants."House Atreides has come to a bitter crossroads," she said."Family turned against itself.You were among my Duke's most loyal men, Duncan.When the Baron Harkonnen --" "Let us not speak of Harkonnens," he said, "That was another age and your Duke is dead." And he wondered: Can't she guess that Paul revealed the Harkonnen blood in the Atreides? What a risk that had been for Paul, but it had bound Duncan Idaho even more firmly to him.The trust in the revelation had been a coin almost too great to imagine.Paul had known what the Baron's people had done to Idaho."House Atreides is not dead," Jessica said."What is House Atreides?" he asked."Are you House Atreides? Is it Alia? Ghanima? Is it the people who serve this House? I look at those people and they bear the stamp of a travail beyond words! How can they be Atreides? Your son said it rightly: 'Travail and persecution are the lot of all who follow me.' I would break myself away from that, My Lady." "Have you really gone over to Farad'n?" "Isn't that what you've done, My Lady? Didn't you come here to convince Farad'n that a marriage to Ghanima would solve all of our problems?" Does he really think that? she wondered.Or is he talking for the watchful spies? "House Atreides has always been essentially an idea," she said."You know that, Duncan.We bought loyalty with loyalty." "Service to the people," Idaho sneered."Ahhh, many's the time I've heard your Duke say it.He must lie uneasy in his grave, My Lady." "Do you really think us fallen that low?" "My lady, did you not know that there are Fremen rebels -- they call themselves 'Marquis of the Inner Desert' -- who curse House Atreides and even Muad'Dib?" "I heard Farad'n's report," she said, wondering where he was leading this conversation and to what point."More than that, My Lady.More than Farad'n's report.I've heard their curse myself.Here's the way of it: 'Burning be on you, Atreides! You shall have no souls, nor spirits, nor bodies, nor shades nor magic nor bones, nor hair nor utterances nor words.You shall have no grave, nor house nor hole nor tomb.You shall have no garden, nor tree nor bush.You shall have no water, nor bread nor light nor fire.You shall have no children, nor family nor heirs nor tribe.You shall have no head, nor arms nor legs nor gait nor seed.You shall have no seats on any planet.Your souls shall not be permitted to come up from the depths, and they shall never be among those permitted to live upon the earth.On no day shall you behold Shai-Hulud, but you shall be bound and fettered in the nethermost abomination and your souls shall never enter into the glorious light for ever and ever.' That's the way of the curse, My Lady.Can you imagine such hatred from Fremen? They consign all Atreides to the left hand of the damned, to the Woman-Sun which is full of burning." Jessica allowed herself a shudder.Idaho undoubtedly had delivered those words with the same voice in which he'd heard the original curse.Why did he expose this to House Corrino? She could picture an outraged Fremen, terrible in his anger, standing before his tribe to vent that ancient curse.Why did Idaho want Farad'n to hear it? "You make a strong argument for the marriage of Ghanima and Farad'n," she said."You always did have a single-minded approach to problems," he said."Ghanima's Fremen.She can marry only one who pays no fai, no tax for protection.House Corrino gave up its entire CHOAM holdings to your son and his heirs.Farad'n exists on Atreides sufferance.And remember when your Duke planted the Hawk flag on Arrakis, remember what he said: 'Here I am; here I remain!' His bones are still there.And Farad'n would have to live on Arrakis, his Sardaukar with him." Idaho shook his head at the very thought of such an alliance."There's an old saying that one peels a problem like an onion," she said, her voice cold.How dare he patronize me? Unless he's performing for Farad'n's watchful eyes."Somehow, I can't see Fremen and Sardaukar sharing a planet," Idaho said."That's a layer which doesn't come off the onion." She didn't like the thoughts which Idaho's words might arouse in Farad'n and his advisors, spoke sharply: "House Atreides is still the law in this Empire!" And she thought: Does Idaho want Farad'n to believe he can regain the throne without the Atreides? "Oh, yes," Idaho said."I almost forgot.Atreides Law! As translated, of course, by the Priests of the Golden Elixir.I have but to close my eyes and I hear your Duke telling me that real estate is always gained and held by violence or the threat of it.Fortune passes everywhere, as Gurney used to sing it.The end justifies the means? Or do I have my proverbs mixed up? Well, it doesn't matter whether the mailed fist is brandished openly by Fremen legions or Sardaukar, or whether it's hidden in the Atreides Law -- the fist is still there.And the onion layer won't come off, My Lady.You know, I wonder which fist Farad'n will demand?" What is he doing? Jessica wondered.House Corrino would soak up this argument and gloat over it! "So you think the Priests wouldn't let Ghanima marry Farad'n?" Jessica ventured, probing to see where Idaho's words might be leading."Let her? Gods below! The Priests will let Alia do whatever she decrees [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]