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." Idaho scowled.A tight smile flitted across Moneo's mouth."Lord Leto says that only Atreidesdiscipline and moral restraints prevented some of the worst excesses in yourtimes."A deep sigh shook Idaho.Moneo sat back, thinking of a thing the God Emperor had once said: "No matterhow much we ask after the truth, self-awareness is often unpleasant.We do notfeel kindly toward the Truthsayer.""Those damned Atreides!" Idaho said."I am Atreides," Moneo said."What?" Idaho was shocked."His breeding program," Moneo said."I'm sure the Tleilaxu mentioned it.I amdirectly descended from the mating of his sister and Harq-al-Ada."Idaho leaned toward him."Then tell me, Atreides, how are women better soldiersthan men?""They find it easier to mature."Idaho shook his head in bewilderment."They have a compelling physical way of moving from adolescence into maturity,"Moneo said."As Lord Leto says, `Carry a baby in you for nine months and thatchanges you."'Idaho sat back."What does he know about it?"Moneo merely stared at him until Idaho recalled the multitude in Leto-both maleand female.The realization plunged over Idaho.Moneo saw it, recalling acomment of the God Emperor's: "Your words brand him with the look you want himto have."As the silence continued, Moneo cleared his throat.Presently, he said: "Theimmensity of the Lord Leto's memories has been known to stop my tongue, too.""Is he being honest with us?" Idaho asked."I believe him.""But he does so many.I mean, take this breeding program.How long has thatbeen going on?""From the very first.From the day he took it away from the Bene Gesserit.""What does he want from it?""I wish I knew.""But you're.""An Atreides and his chief aide, yes.""You haven't convinced me that a female army is best.""They continue the species."At last, Idaho's frustration and anger had an object."Is that what I was doingwith them that first night-breeding?""Possibly.The Fish Speakers take no precautions against pregnancy.""Damn him! I'm not some animal he can move from stall to stall like a.likea.""Like a stud?".Yes!" "But the Lord Leto refuses to follow the Tleilaxu pattern of gene surgery andartificial insemination.""What have the Tleilaxu got to.""They are the object lesson.Even I can see that.Their Face Dancers are mules,closer to a colony organism than to human.""Those others of.me.were any of them his studs?""Some.You have descendants.""Who?""I am one."Idaho stared into Moneo's eyes, lost suddenly in a tangleof relationships.Idaho found the relationships impossible to understand.Moneoobviously was so much older than.But I am.Which of them was trulythe older? Which the ancestor and which the descendant?"I sometimes have trouble with this myself," Moneo said."If it helps, the LordLeto assures me that you are not my descendant, not in any ordinary sense.However, you may well father some of my descendants."Idaho shook his head from side to side."Sometimes I think only the God Emperor himself can understand these things,"Moneo said."That's another thing" Idaho said."This god business.""The Lord Leto says he has created a holy obscenity."This was not the response Idaho had expected.What did I expect? A defense ofthe Lord Leto?"Holy obscenity," Moneo repeated.The words rolled from his tongue with astrange sense of gloating in them.Idaho focused a probing stare on Moneo.He hates his God Emperor! No.hefears him.But don't we always hate what we fear?"Why do you believe in him?" Idaho demanded."You ask if I share in the popular religion?""No! Does he?""I think so.""Why? Why do you think so?""Because he says he wishes to create no more Face Dancers.He insists that hishuman stock, once it has been paired, breeds in the way it has always bred.""What the hell does that have to do with it?""You asked me what he believes in.I think he believes in chance.I think that'shis god.""That's superstition!""Considering the circumstances of the Empire, a very daring superstition."Idaho glared at Moneo."You damned Atreides," he muttered."You'll dareanything!"Moneo noted that there was dislike mixed with admiration in Idaho's voice.The Duncans always begin that way.===What is the most profound difference between us, between you and me? You alreadyknow it.It's these ancestral memories.Mine come at me in the full glare ofawareness.Yours work from your blind side.Some call it instinct or fate.Thememories apply their leverages to each of us-on what we think and what we do.You think you are immune to such influences? I am Galileo.I stand here and tellyou: "Yet it moves." That which moves can exert its force in ways no mortalpower ever before dared stem.I am here to dare this.-The Stolen Journals "WHEN SHE was a child, she watched me, remember? When she thought I was notaware, Siona watched me like the desert hawk which circles above the lair of itsprey.You yourself mentioned it."Leto rolled his body a quarter turn on his cart while speaking.This brought hiscowled face close to that of Moneo, who trotted beside the cart.It was barely dawn on the desert road which followed the high artificial ridgefrom the Citadel in the Sareer to the Festival City.The road from the desertran laser-beam straight until it reached this point where it curved widely anddipped into terraced canyons before crossing the Idaho River.The air was fullof thick mists from the river tumbling in its distant clamor, but Leto hadopened the bubble cover which sealed the front of his cart.The moisture madehis worm-self tingle with vague distress, but there was the smell of sweetdesert growth in the mist and his human nostrils savored it.He ordered thecortege to stop."Why are we stopping, Lord?" Moneo asked.Leto did not answer.The cart creaked as he heaved his bulk into an archingcurve which lifted his head and allowed him to look across the Forbidden Forestto the Kynes Sea glistening silver far off to the right.He turned left andthere were the remains of the Shield Wall, a sinuous low shadow in the morninglight.The ridge here had been raised almost two thousand meters to enclose theSareer and limit airborne moisture there.From his vantage, Leto could see thedistant notch where he had caused the Festival City of Onn to be built."It is a whim which stops me," Leto said."Shouldn't we cross the bridge before resting?" Moneo asked."I am not resting."Leto stared ahead.After a series of switchbacks which were visible from hereonly as a twisting shadow, the high road crossed the river on a faery bridge,climbed to a buffer ridge and then sloped down to the city which presented avista of glittering spires at this distance."The Duncan acts subdued," Leto said."Have you had your long conversation withhim?""Precisely as you required, Lord.""Well, it's only been four days," Leto said."They often take longer torecover.""He has been busy with your Guard, Lord.They were out until late again lastnight.""The Duncans do not like to walk in the open.They think about the things whichcould be used to attack us.""I know, Lord."Leto turned and looked squarely at Moneo.The majordomo wore a green cloak overhis white uniform.He stood beside the open bubble cover, exactly in the placewhere duty required that he station himself on these excursions. "You are very dutiful, Moneo," Leto said."Thank you, Lord."Guards and courtiers kept themselves at a respectful distance well behind thecart.Most of them were trying to avoid even the appearance of eavesdropping onLeto and Moneo.Not so Idaho.He had positioned some of the Fish Speaker guardsat both sides of the Royal Road, spreading them out.Now, he stood staring atthe cart [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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." Idaho scowled.A tight smile flitted across Moneo's mouth."Lord Leto says that only Atreidesdiscipline and moral restraints prevented some of the worst excesses in yourtimes."A deep sigh shook Idaho.Moneo sat back, thinking of a thing the God Emperor had once said: "No matterhow much we ask after the truth, self-awareness is often unpleasant.We do notfeel kindly toward the Truthsayer.""Those damned Atreides!" Idaho said."I am Atreides," Moneo said."What?" Idaho was shocked."His breeding program," Moneo said."I'm sure the Tleilaxu mentioned it.I amdirectly descended from the mating of his sister and Harq-al-Ada."Idaho leaned toward him."Then tell me, Atreides, how are women better soldiersthan men?""They find it easier to mature."Idaho shook his head in bewilderment."They have a compelling physical way of moving from adolescence into maturity,"Moneo said."As Lord Leto says, `Carry a baby in you for nine months and thatchanges you."'Idaho sat back."What does he know about it?"Moneo merely stared at him until Idaho recalled the multitude in Leto-both maleand female.The realization plunged over Idaho.Moneo saw it, recalling acomment of the God Emperor's: "Your words brand him with the look you want himto have."As the silence continued, Moneo cleared his throat.Presently, he said: "Theimmensity of the Lord Leto's memories has been known to stop my tongue, too.""Is he being honest with us?" Idaho asked."I believe him.""But he does so many.I mean, take this breeding program.How long has thatbeen going on?""From the very first.From the day he took it away from the Bene Gesserit.""What does he want from it?""I wish I knew.""But you're.""An Atreides and his chief aide, yes.""You haven't convinced me that a female army is best.""They continue the species."At last, Idaho's frustration and anger had an object."Is that what I was doingwith them that first night-breeding?""Possibly.The Fish Speakers take no precautions against pregnancy.""Damn him! I'm not some animal he can move from stall to stall like a.likea.""Like a stud?".Yes!" "But the Lord Leto refuses to follow the Tleilaxu pattern of gene surgery andartificial insemination.""What have the Tleilaxu got to.""They are the object lesson.Even I can see that.Their Face Dancers are mules,closer to a colony organism than to human.""Those others of.me.were any of them his studs?""Some.You have descendants.""Who?""I am one."Idaho stared into Moneo's eyes, lost suddenly in a tangleof relationships.Idaho found the relationships impossible to understand.Moneoobviously was so much older than.But I am.Which of them was trulythe older? Which the ancestor and which the descendant?"I sometimes have trouble with this myself," Moneo said."If it helps, the LordLeto assures me that you are not my descendant, not in any ordinary sense.However, you may well father some of my descendants."Idaho shook his head from side to side."Sometimes I think only the God Emperor himself can understand these things,"Moneo said."That's another thing" Idaho said."This god business.""The Lord Leto says he has created a holy obscenity."This was not the response Idaho had expected.What did I expect? A defense ofthe Lord Leto?"Holy obscenity," Moneo repeated.The words rolled from his tongue with astrange sense of gloating in them.Idaho focused a probing stare on Moneo.He hates his God Emperor! No.hefears him.But don't we always hate what we fear?"Why do you believe in him?" Idaho demanded."You ask if I share in the popular religion?""No! Does he?""I think so.""Why? Why do you think so?""Because he says he wishes to create no more Face Dancers.He insists that hishuman stock, once it has been paired, breeds in the way it has always bred.""What the hell does that have to do with it?""You asked me what he believes in.I think he believes in chance.I think that'shis god.""That's superstition!""Considering the circumstances of the Empire, a very daring superstition."Idaho glared at Moneo."You damned Atreides," he muttered."You'll dareanything!"Moneo noted that there was dislike mixed with admiration in Idaho's voice.The Duncans always begin that way.===What is the most profound difference between us, between you and me? You alreadyknow it.It's these ancestral memories.Mine come at me in the full glare ofawareness.Yours work from your blind side.Some call it instinct or fate.Thememories apply their leverages to each of us-on what we think and what we do.You think you are immune to such influences? I am Galileo.I stand here and tellyou: "Yet it moves." That which moves can exert its force in ways no mortalpower ever before dared stem.I am here to dare this.-The Stolen Journals "WHEN SHE was a child, she watched me, remember? When she thought I was notaware, Siona watched me like the desert hawk which circles above the lair of itsprey.You yourself mentioned it."Leto rolled his body a quarter turn on his cart while speaking.This brought hiscowled face close to that of Moneo, who trotted beside the cart.It was barely dawn on the desert road which followed the high artificial ridgefrom the Citadel in the Sareer to the Festival City.The road from the desertran laser-beam straight until it reached this point where it curved widely anddipped into terraced canyons before crossing the Idaho River.The air was fullof thick mists from the river tumbling in its distant clamor, but Leto hadopened the bubble cover which sealed the front of his cart.The moisture madehis worm-self tingle with vague distress, but there was the smell of sweetdesert growth in the mist and his human nostrils savored it.He ordered thecortege to stop."Why are we stopping, Lord?" Moneo asked.Leto did not answer.The cart creaked as he heaved his bulk into an archingcurve which lifted his head and allowed him to look across the Forbidden Forestto the Kynes Sea glistening silver far off to the right.He turned left andthere were the remains of the Shield Wall, a sinuous low shadow in the morninglight.The ridge here had been raised almost two thousand meters to enclose theSareer and limit airborne moisture there.From his vantage, Leto could see thedistant notch where he had caused the Festival City of Onn to be built."It is a whim which stops me," Leto said."Shouldn't we cross the bridge before resting?" Moneo asked."I am not resting."Leto stared ahead.After a series of switchbacks which were visible from hereonly as a twisting shadow, the high road crossed the river on a faery bridge,climbed to a buffer ridge and then sloped down to the city which presented avista of glittering spires at this distance."The Duncan acts subdued," Leto said."Have you had your long conversation withhim?""Precisely as you required, Lord.""Well, it's only been four days," Leto said."They often take longer torecover.""He has been busy with your Guard, Lord.They were out until late again lastnight.""The Duncans do not like to walk in the open.They think about the things whichcould be used to attack us.""I know, Lord."Leto turned and looked squarely at Moneo.The majordomo wore a green cloak overhis white uniform.He stood beside the open bubble cover, exactly in the placewhere duty required that he station himself on these excursions. "You are very dutiful, Moneo," Leto said."Thank you, Lord."Guards and courtiers kept themselves at a respectful distance well behind thecart.Most of them were trying to avoid even the appearance of eavesdropping onLeto and Moneo.Not so Idaho.He had positioned some of the Fish Speaker guardsat both sides of the Royal Road, spreading them out.Now, he stood staring atthe cart [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]