"Brian Herbert - Dune - Nightime Shadows On Open Sand" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

Stilgar barked out a command, "Bind him and keep him. We shall bring this one back to our sietch
alive, and let the women take care of him in their own way."

Garan screamed again.тАж

When the Fremen rushed forward to attack Kiel, the sidegunner responded by swinging his weapon
like a club. As clawing hands grabbed for it, he surprised them by releasing the lasrifle. The
Fremen who clutched the gun fell backward, caught off balance by the unexpected action.

Then Kiel began to run. Fighting would do him no good here. They had already taken Garan, and he
assumed Josten was dead back at the 'thopter. So he left the Fremen, running as he had never run
before. He sprinted across the night sands away from the rocks, away from the 'thopter тАж and out
into the open desert. The Fremen might be able to catch him, but he would give them a run for it.

Panting, leaving his companions behind, Kiel raced across the dunes with no plan and no thought
other than to flee farther and farther away.тАж




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"We've captured the 'thopter intact, Stil," Warrick said, flushed with adrenaline and quite proud
of himself. The commando leader nodded grimly. Umma Kynes would be exceedingly pleased at the
news. He could always use a 'thopter for his agricultural inspections, and he didn't need to know
where it came from.
Liet looked down at the blinded captive, whose gouged eye sockets had been covered by a cloth. "I
saw what the Harkonnens did to Bilar Camp with my own eyes тАж the poisoned cistern, the tainted
water." The other body had already been packed in the rear of the patrol 'thopter to be taken to
the deathstills. "This doesn't pay back a tenth part of the suffering."

Going to his blood brother's side, Warrick made a face of disgust. "Such is my scorn that I don't
even want to take their water for our tribe."

Stilgar glowered at him as if he had spoken sacrilege. "You would prefer to let them mummify in
the sands, to let their water go wasted into the air? It would be an insult to Shai-Hulud."

Warrick bowed his head. "It was only my anger speaking, Stil. I did not mean it."

Stilgar looked up at the ruddy rising moon. The entire ambush had lasted less than an hour. "We
shall perform the ritual of tal hai so that their souls will never rest. They will be damned to
walk the desert for all eternity." Then his voice became harsh and fearful. "But we must take
extra care to cover our tracks, so that we do not lead their ghosts back to our sietch."

The Fremen muttered as superstitious fear dampened their vengeful pleasure. Stilgar intoned the
ancient chant, while others drew designs in the sand, labyrinthine power-shapes that would bind
the spirits of the cursed men to the dunes forever.