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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
Paul stepped three paces into the room, dropped his pack to the floor. He heard the door close behind him, studied the place—about eight meters to a side, walls of natural rock, curry-colored, broken by metal filing cabinets on their right. A low desk with milk glass top shot full of yellow bubbles occupied the room’s center. Four suspensor chairs ringed the desk.
Kynes moved around Paul, held a chair for Jessica. She sat down, noting the way her son examined the room.
Paul remained standing for another eyeblink. A faint anomaly in the room’s air currents told him there was a secret exit to their right behind the filing cabinets.
“Will you sit down, Paul Atreides?” Kynes asked.
How carefully he avoids my title, Paul thought. But he accepted the chair, remained silent while Kynes sat down.
“You sense that Arrakis could be a paradise,” Kynes said. “Yet, as you see, the Imperium sends here only its trained hatchetmen, its seekers after the spice!”
Paul held up his thumb with its ducal signet. “Do you see this ring?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know its significance?”
Jessica turned sharply to stare at her son.
“Your father lies dead in the ruins of Arrakeen,” Kynes said. “You are technically the Duke.”
“I’m a soldier of the Imperium,” Paul said, “technically a hatchetman.”
Kynes’ face darkened. “Even with the Emperor’s Sardaukar standing over your father’s body?”
“The Sardaukar are one thing, the legal source of my authority is another,” Paul said.
“Arrakis has its own way of determining who wears the mantle of authority,” Kynes said.
And Jessica, turning back to look at him, thought: There’s steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of…and we’ve need of steel. Paul’s doing a dangerous thing.
Paul said: “The Sardaukar on Arrakis are a measure of how much our beloved Emperor feared my father. Now, I will give the Padishah Emperor reasons to fear the—”
“Lad,” Kynes said, “there are things you don’t—”
“You will address me as Sire or my Lord,” Paul said.
Gently, Jessica thought.
Kynes stared at Paul, and Jessica noted the glint of admiration in the planetologist’s face, the touch of humor there.
“Sire,” Kynes said.
“I am an embarrassment to the Emperor,” Paul said. “I am an embarrassment to all who would divide Arrakis as their spoil. As I live, I shall continue to be such an embarrassment that I stick in their throats and choke them to death!”
“Words,” Kynes said.
Paul stared at him. Presently, Paul said: “You have a legend of the Lisan al-Gaib here, the Voice from the Outer World, the one who will lead the Fremen to paradise. Your men have—”
“Superstition!” Kynes said.
“Perhaps,” Paul agreed. “Yet perhaps not. Superstitions sometimes have strange roots and stranger branchings.”
“You have a plan,” Kynes said. “This much is obvious…Sire.”
“Could your Fremen provide me with proof positive that the Sardaukar are here in Harkonnen uniform?”
“Quite likely.”
“The Emperor will put a Harkonnen back in power here,” Paul said. “Perhaps even Beast Rabban. Let him. Once he has involved himself beyond escaping his guilt, let the Emperor face the possibility of a Bill of Particulars laid before the Landsraad. Let him answer there where—”
“Paul!” Jessica said.
“Granted that the Landsraad High Council accepts your case,” Kynes said, “there could be only one outcome: general warfare between the Imperium and the Great Houses.”
“Chaos,” Jessica said.
“But I’d present my case to the Emperor,” Paul said, “and give him an alternative to chaos.”
Jessica spoke in a dry tone: “Blackmail?”
“One of the tools of statecraft, as you’ve said yourself,” Paul said, and Jessica heard the bitterness in his voice. “The Emperor has no sons, only daughters.”
“You’d aim for the throne?” Jessica asked.
“The Emperor will not risk having the Imperium shattered by total war,” Paul said. “Planets blasted, disorder everywhere—he’ll not risk that.”
“This is a desperate gamble you propose,” Kynes said.
“What do the Great Houses of the Landsraad fear most?” Paul asked. “They fear most what is happening here right now on Arrakis—the Sardaukar picking them off one by one. That’s why there is a Landsraad. This is the glue of the Great Convention. Only in union do they match the Imperial forces.”
“But they’re—”
“This is what they fear,” Paul said. “Arrakis would become a rallying cry. Each of them would see himself in my father—cut out of the herd and killed.”
Kynes spoke to Jessica: “Would his plan work?”
“I’m no Mentat,” Jessica said.
“But you are Bene Gesserit.”
She shot a probing stare at him, said: “His plan has good points and bad points…as any plan would at this stage. A plan depends as much upon execution as it does upon concept.”
“‘Law is the ultimate science,’” Paul quoted. “Thus it reads above the Emperor’s door. I propose to show him law.”
“And I’m not sure I could trust the person who conceived this plan,” Kynes said. “Arrakis has its own plan that we—”
“From the throne,” Paul said, “I could make a paradise of Arrakis with the wave of a hand. This is the coin I offer for your support.”
Kynes stiffened. “My loyalty’s not for sale, Sire.”
Paul stared across the desk at him, meeting the cold glare of those blue-within-blue eyes, studying the bearded face, the commanding appearance. A harsh smile touched Paul’s lips and he said: “Well spoken. I apologize.”
Kynes met Paul’s stare and, presently, said: “No Harkonnen ever admitted error. Perhaps you’re not like them, Atreides.”
“It could be a fault in their education,” Paul said. “You say you’re not for sale, but I believe I’ve the coin you’ll accept. For your loyalty I offer my loyalty to you…totally.”
My son has the Atreides sincerity, Jessica thought. He has that tremendous, almost naive honor—and what a powerful force that truly is.
She saw that Paul’s words had shaken Kynes.
“This is nonsense,” Kynes said. “You’re just a boy and—”
“I’m the Duke,” Paul said. “I’m an Atreides. No Atreides has ever broken such a bond.”
Kynes swallowed.
“When I say totally,” Paul said, “I mean without reservation. I would give my life for you.”
“Sire!” Kynes said, and the word was torn from him, but Jessica saw that he was not now speaking to a boy of fifteen, but to a man, to a superior. Now Kynes meant the word.
In this moment he’d give his life for Paul, she thought. How do the Atreides accomplish this thing so quickly, so easily?
“I know you mean this,” Kynes said. “Yet the Harkon—”
The door behind Paul slammed open. He whirled to see reeling violence—shouting, the clash of steel, wax-image faces grimacing in the passage.
With his mother beside him, Paul leaped for the door, seeing Idaho blocking the passage, his blood-pitted eyes there visible through a shield blur, claw hands beyond him, arcs of steel chopping futilely at the shield. There was the orange fire-mouth of a stunner repelled by the shield. Idaho’s blades were through it all, flick-flicking, red dripping from them.
Then Kynes was beside Paul and they threw their weight against the door.
Paul had one last glimpse of Idaho standing against a swarm of Harkonnen uniforms—his jerking, controlled staggers, the black goat hair with a red blossom of death in it. Then the door was closed and there came a snick as Kynes threw the bolts.