"Frank Herbert - Dune 4 - God Emporer of Dune" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

"You think I don't know this!"
"I know your dangerous tolerance for rebels! What I don't know is the contents
of that package she stole."
"Oh, that. She has the complete plans for the Citadel."
For just a moment, Idaho was Leto's Guard Commander, deeply shocked at such a
breach of security.
"You let her escape with that?"
"No, you did."
Idaho recoiled from this accusation. Slowly. the newly resolved assassin in him
regained ascendancy.
"Is that all she got?" Idaho asked.
"I had two volumes, copies of my journal, in with the charts. She stole the
copies."
Idaho studied Leto's immobile face. "What is in these journals? Sometimes you
say it's a diary, sometimes a history."
"A bit of both. You might even call it a textbook."
"Does it bother you that she took these volumes?"
Leto allowed himself a soft smile which Idaho accepted as a negative answer. A
momentary tension rippled through Leto's body then as Idaho reached into the
slim case. Would it be the weapon or the reports! Although the core of his body
possessed a powerful resistance to heat, Leto knew that some of his flesh was
vulnerable to lasguns, especially the face.
Idaho brought a report from his case and, even before he
began reading from it, the signals were obvious to Leto. Idaho was seeking
answers, not providing information. Idaho wanted justification for a course of
action already chosen.
"We have discovered a Cult of Alia on Giedi Prime," Idaho said.
Leto remained silent while Idaho recounted the details. How boring. Leto let his
thoughts wander. The worshippers of his father's long-dead sister served these
days only to provide occasional amusement. The Duncans predictably saw such
activity as a kind of underground threat.
Idaho finished reading. His agents were thorough, no denying it. Boringly
thorough.
"This is nothing more than a revival of Isis," Leto said. "My priests and
priestesses will have some sport suppressing this cult and its followers."
Idaho shook his head as though responding to a voice within it.
"The Bene Gesserit knew about the cult," he said.
Now that interested Leto.
"The Sisterhood has never forgiven me for taking their breeding program away
from them," he said.
"This has nothing to do with breeding."
Leto concealed mild amusement. The Duncans were always so sensitive on the
subject of breeding, although some of them occasionally stood at stud.
"I see," Leto said. "Well, the Bene Gesserit are all more than a little insane,
but madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises. Some surprises can be
valuable."
"I fail to see any value in this."
"Do you think the Sisterhood was behind this cult?" Leto asked.
"I do."
"Explain."