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Dune [Frank Herbert's Dune Saga Collection: Books 1 - 6]
- Автор: Херберт Фрэнк
- Год: 2020
- Язык: английский
- Год: Penguin Publishing Group
- Жанр: Эпическое фэнтези
Электронная книга - «Dune [Frank Herbert's Dune Saga Collection: Books 1 - 6]». Краткое содержание книги:
*DUNE* IS SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE directed by Denis Villeneuve, starring Timothée Chalamet, Josh Brolin, Jason Momoa, Zendaya, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Javier Bardem, Dave Bautista, Stellan Skarsgård, and Charlotte Rampling.
In the far future, on a remote planet, an epic adventure awaits. Here are the first six novels of Frank Herbert’s magnificent Dune saga—a triumph of the imagination and one of the bestselling science fiction series of all time.
The Dune Saga begins on the desert planet Arrakis with the story of the boy Paul Atreides—who would become known as Muad’Dib—and of a great family’s ambition to bring to fruition humankind’s most ancient and unattainable dream....
Includes Books 1 - 6: DUNE • DUNE MESSIAH • CHILDREN OF DUNE • GOD EMPEROR OF DUNE • HERETICS OF DUNE • CHAPTERHOUSE: DUNE
Anteac cleared her throat. “Lord, what of our reward?”
“You are brave,” Leto said. “No doubt that’s why you were chosen for this Embassy. Very well, for the next decade I will continue your spice allotment at its present level. As for the rest, I will ignore what you really intended with the spice-essence. Am I not generous?”
“Most generous, Lord,” Anteac said, and there was not the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice.
Duncan Idaho brushed past the women then and stopped beside Moneo to peer up at Leto. “M’Lord, there’s . . .” He broke off and glanced at the two Reverend Mothers.
“Speak openly,” Leto commanded.
“Yes, m’Lord.” There was reluctance in him, but he obeyed. “We were attacked at the southeast edge of the City, a distraction I believe because there now are reports of more violence in the City and in the Forbidden Forest—many scattered raiding parties.”
“They are hunting my wolves,” Leto said. “In the forest and in the City, they are hunting my wolves.”
Idaho’s brows contracted into a puzzled frown. “Wolves in the City, m’Lord?”
“Predators,” Leto said. “Wolves—to me there is no essential difference.”
Moneo gasped.
Leto smiled at him, thinking how beautiful it was to observe a moment of realization—a veil pulled away from the eyes, the mind opened.
“I have brought a large force of guards to protect this place,” Idaho said. “They are posted through the . . .”
“I knew you would,” Leto said. “Now pay close attention while I tell you where to send the rest of your forces.”
As the Reverend Mothers watched in awe, Leto laid out for Idaho the exact points for ambushes, detailing the size of each force and even some of the specific personnel, the timing, the necessary weapons, the precise deployments at each place. Idaho’s capacious memory catalogued each instruction. He was too caught up in the recital to question it until Leto fell silent, but a look of puzzled fear came over Idaho then.
For Leto, it was as though he peered directly into Idaho’s most essential awareness to read the thoughts there. I was a trusted soldier of the original Lord Leto, Idaho was thinking. That Leto, the grandfather of this one, saved me and took me into his household like a son. But even though that Leto still has some kind of existence in this one . . . this is not him.
“M’Lord, why do you need me?” Idaho asked.
“For your strength and loyalty.”
Idaho shook his head. “But . . .”
“You obey,” Leto said, and he noted the way these words were being absorbed by the Reverend Mothers. Truth, only truth, for they are Truthsayers.
“Because I owe a debt to the Atreides,” Idaho said.
“That is where we place our trust,” Leto said. “And Duncan?”
“M’Lord?” Idaho’s voice said he had found ground where he could stand.
“Leave at least one survivor at each place,” Leto said. “Otherwise, our efforts are wasted.”
Idaho nodded once, curtly, and left, striding back across the hall the way he had come. And Leto thought it would take an extremely sensitive eye indeed to see that it was a different Idaho leaving, far different from the one who had entered.
Anteac said: “This comes of flogging that Ambassador.”
“Exactly,” Leto agreed. “Recount this carefully to your Superior, the admirable Reverend Mother Syaksa. Tell her for me that I prefer the company of predators above that of the prey.” He glanced at Moneo, who drew himself to attention. “Moneo, the wolves are gone from my forest. They must be replaced by human wolves. See to it.”
The trance-state of prophecy is like no other visionary experience. It is not a retreat from the raw exposure of the senses (as are many trance-states) but an immersion in a multitude of new movements. Things move. It is an ultimate pragmatism in the midst of Infinity, a demanding consciousness where you come at last into the unbroken awareness that the universe moves of itself, that it changes, that its rules change, that nothing remains permanent or absolute throughout all such movement, that mechanical explanations for anything can work only within precise confinements and, once the walls are broken down, the old explanations shatter and dissolve, blown away by new movements. The things you see in this trance are sobering, often shattering. They demand your utmost effort to remain whole and, even so, you emerge from that state profoundly changed.
—THE STOLEN JOURNALS
That night of Audience Day, while others slept and fought and dreamed and died, Leto took his repose in the isolation of his audience chamber, only a few trusted Fish Speaker guards at the portals.
He did not sleep. His mind whirled with necessities and disappointments.
Hwi! Hwi!
He knew why Hwi Noree had been sent to him now. How well he knew!
My most secret secret is exposed.
They had discovered his secret. Hwi was the evidence of it.
He thought desperate thoughts. Could this terrible metamorphosis be reversed? Could he return to a human state?
Not possible.
Even if it were possible, the process would take him just as long as it had taken to reach this point. Where would Hwi be in more than three thousand years? Dry dust and bones in the crypt.
I could breed something like her and prepare that one for me . . . but that would not be my gentle Hwi.
And what of the Golden Path while he indulged in such selfish goals?
To hell with the Golden Path! Have these folly-bound idiots ever thought once of me? Not once!
But that was not true. Hwi thought of him. She shared his torture.
These were thoughts of madness and he tried to put them away while his senses reported the soft movement of the guards and the flow of water beneath his chamber.
When I made this choice, what were my expectations?
How the mob within laughed at that question! Did he not have a task to complete? Was that not the very essence of the agreement which kept the mob in check?
“You have a task to complete,” they said. “You have but one purpose.”
Single purpose is the mark of the fanatic and I am not a fanatic!
“You must be cynical and cruel. You cannot break the trust.”
Why not?
“Who took that oath? You did. You chose this course.”
Expectations!
“The expectations which history creates for one generation are often shattered in the next generation. Who knows that better than you?”
Yes . . . and shattered expectations can alienate whole populations. I alone am a whole population!
“Remember your oath!”
Indeed. I am the disruptive force unleashed across the centuries. I limit expectations . . . including my own. I dampen the pendulum.
“And then release it. Never forget that.”
I am tired. Oh, how tired I am. If only I could sleep . . . really sleep.
“You’re full of self-pity, too.”
Why not? What am I? The ultimate loner forced to look at what might have been. Every day I look at it . . . and now. Hwi!
“Your original unselfish choice fills you now with selfishness.”
There is danger all around. I must wear my selfishness like a suit of armor.