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

"You'll pay for this, Leto," she whispered. It was a low sound, her voice, very
close to the quiet rustling of the water against the reeds just behind her.
"You'll pay for Ulot, for Kwuteg and for all the others. You'll pay."
She pushed outward gently and drifted with the current until her feet met the
first shelving of a narrow beach. Slowly, her body dragged down by fatigue, she
climbed from the water and paused to check that the sealed contents of her kit
had remained dry. The seal was unbroken. She stared at it a moment in the
moonlight, then lifted her gaze to the forest wall across the river.
The price we paid. Ten dear friends.
Tears glimmered in her eyes, but she had the stuff of the ancient Fremen and her
tears were few. The venture across the river, directly through the forest while
the wolves patrolled the northern boundaries, then across the Last Desert of the
Sareer and over the Citadel's ramparts-all of this already was assuming dream
proportions in her mind . . . even the flight from the wolves which she had
anticipated because it was a certainty that the guardian pack would cross the
track of the invaders and be waiting . . . all a dream. It was the past.
I escaped.
She restored the kit with its sealed packet and fastened it once more against
her back.
I have broken through your defenses, Leto.
Siona thought then about the cryptic volumes. She felt certain that something
hidden in those lines of cipher would open the way for her revenge.
l will destroy you, Leto!
Not We will destroy you! That was not Siona's way. She would do it herself.
She turned and strode toward the orchards beyond the river's mowed border. As
she walked she repeated her oath, adding to it aloud the old Fremen formula
which terminated in her full name:
"Siona Ibn Fuad al-Seyefa Atreides it is who curses you, Leto. You will pay in
full!"
The following is from the Hadi Benotto translation of the volumes discovered at
Dar-es-Balat:
I WAS born Leto Atreides II more than three thousand standard years ago,
measuring from the moment when I cause these words to be printed. My father was
Paul Muad'Dib. My mother was his Fremen consort, Chani. My maternal grandmother
was Faroula, a noted herbalist among the Fremen. My paternal grandmother was
Jessica, a product of the Bene Gesserit breeding scheme in their search for a
male who could share the powers of the Sisterhood's Reverend Mothers. My
maternal grandfather was Liet-Kynes, the planetologist who organized the
ecological transformation of Arrakis. My paternal grandfather was Leto Atreides,
descendant of the House of Atreus and tracing his ancestry directly back to the
Greek original.
Enough of these begats!
My paternal grandfather died as many good Greeks did, attempting to kill his
mortal enemy, the old Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. Both of them rest uncomfortably
now in my ancestral memories. Even my father is not content. I have done what he
feared to do and now his shade must share in the consequences.
The Golden Path demands it. And what is the Golden Path? you ask. It is the
survival of humankind, nothing more nor less. We who have prescience, we who
know the pitfalls in our human futures, this has always been our responsibility.
Survival.