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fh.childrenofdune-第49章

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n the Belt of Dune。 It is the death of us all。〃 
 〃We do only what Liet…Kynes and Muad'Dib himself designed for us to do;〃 Alia protested。 〃What is all of this superstitious gabble? We revere the words of Liet…Kynes; who told us: 'I wish to see this entire planet caught up in a net of green plants。' So it will be。〃 
 〃And what of the worms and the spice?〃 Jessica asked。
 〃There'll always be some desert;〃 Alia said。 〃The worms will survive。〃 
 She's lying; Jessica thought。 Why does she lie? 
 〃Help us; Mother of Moisture;〃 al…Fali pleaded。
 With an abrupt sensation of double vision; Jessica felt her awareness lurch; propelled by the old Naib's words。 It was the unmistakable adab; the demanding memory which came upon one of itself。 It came without qualifications and held her senses immobile while the lesson of the past was impressed upon her awareness。 She was caught up in it pletely; a fish in the net。 Yet she felt the demand of it as a human…most moment; each small part a reminder of creation。 Every element of the lesson…memory was real but insubstantial in its constant change; and she knew this was the closest she might ever e to experiencing the prescient dietgrasp which had inflicted itself upon her son。
 Alia lied because she was possessed by one who would destroy the Atreides。 She was; in herself; the first destruction。 Then al…Fali spoke the truth: the sandworms are doomed unless the course of the ecological transformation is modified。
 In the pressure of revelation; Jessica saw the people of the audience reduced to slow motion; their roles identified for her。 She could pick the ones charged with seeing that she did not leave here alive! And the path through them lay there in her awareness as though outlined in bright light  confusion among them; one of them feinted to stumble into another。 Whole groups tangled。 She saw; also; that she might leave this Great Hall only to fall into other hands。 Alia did not care if she created a martyr。 No  the thing which possessed her did not care。
 Now; in this frozen time; Jessica chose a way to save the old Naib and send him as messenger。 The way through the audience remained indelibly clear。 How simple it was! They were buffoons with barricaded eyes; their shoulders held in positions of immovable defense。 Each position upon the great floor could be seen as an atropic collision from which dead flesh might slough away to reveal skeletons。 Their bodies; their clothes; and their faces described individual hells  the insucked breast of concealed terrors; the glittering hook of a jewel bee substitute armor; the mouths were judgments full of frightened absolutes; cathedral prisms of eyebrows showing lofty and religious sentiments which their loins denied。
 Jessica sensed dissolution in the shaping forces loosed upon Arrakis。 Al…Fali's voice had been like a distrans in her soul; awakening a beast from the deepest part of her。
 In an eyeblink Jessica moved from the adab into the universe of movement; but it was a different universe from the one which had manded her attention only a second before。
 Alia was starting to speak; but Jessica said: 〃Silence!〃 Then: 〃There are those who fear that I have returned without reservation to the Sisterhood。 But since that day in the desert when the Fremen gave the gift of life to me and to my son; I have been Fremen!〃 And she lapsed into the old tongue which only those in this room who could profit by it would understand: 〃Onsar akhaka zeiiman aw maslumen!〃 Support your brother in his time of need; whether he be just or unjust!
 Her words had the desired effect; a subtle shifting of positions within the Chamber。
 But Jessica raged on: 〃This Ghadhean al…Fali; an honest Fremen; es here to tell me what others should have revealed to me。 Let no one deny this! The ecological transformation has bee a tempest out of control!〃 
 Wordless confirmations could be seen throughout the room。
 〃And my daughter delights in this!〃 Jessica said。 〃Mektub al…mellah! You carve wounds upon my flesh and write there in salt! Why did the Atreides find a home here? Because the Mohalata was natural to us。 To the Atreides; government was always a protective partnership: Mohalata; as the Fremen have always known it。 Now look at her!〃 Jessica pointed at Alia。 〃She laughs alone at night in contemplation of her own evil! Spice production will fall to nothing; or at best a fraction of its former level! And when word of that gets out 〃
 〃We'll have a corner on the most priceless product in the universe!〃 Alia shouted。
 〃We'll have a corner on hell!〃 Jessica raged。
 And Alia lapsed into the most ancient Chakobsa; the Atreides private language with its difficult glottal stops and clicks: 〃Now; you know; mother! Did you think a granddaughter of Baron Harkonnen would not appreciate all of the lifetimes you crushed into my awareness before I was even born? When I raged against what you'd done to me; I had only to ask myself what the Baron would've done。 And he answered! Understand me; Atreides bitch! He answered me!〃
 Jessica heard the venom and the confirmation of her guess。 Abomination! Alia had been overwhelmed within; possessed by that cahueit of evil; the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen。 The Baron himself spoke from her mouth now; uncaring of what was revealed。 He wanted her to see his revenge; wanted her to know that he could not be cast out。
 I'm supposed to remain here helpless in my knowledge; Jessica thought。 With the thought; she launched herself onto the path the adab had revealed; shouting: 〃Fedaykin; follow me!〃 
 It turned out there were six Fedaykin in the room; and five of them won through behind her。
 
 
 
 When I am weaker than you; I ask you for freedom because that is according to your principles; when I am stronger than you; I take away your freedom because that is according to my principles。
 …Words of an ancient philosopher (Attributed by Harq al…Ada to one Louis Veuillot)
 
 Leto leaned out the covert exit from the sietch; saw the bight of the cliff towering above his limited view。 Late afternoon sunlight cast long shadows in the cliff's vertical striations。 A skeleton butterfly flew in and out of the shadows; its webbed wings a transparent lacery against the light。 How delicate that butterfly was to exist here; he thought。
 Directly ahead of him lay the apricot orchard; with children working there to gather the fallen fruit。 Beyond the orchard was the qanat。 He and Ghanima had given the slip to their guards by losing themselves in a sudden crush of ining workers。 It had been a relatively simple matter to worm their way down an air passage to its connection with the steps to the covert exit。 Now they had only to mingle themselves with the children; work their way to the qanat and drop into the tunnel。 There they could move beside the predator fish which kept sandtrout from encysting the tribe's irrigation water。 No Fremen would yet think of a human risking accidental immersion in water。
 He stepped out of the protective passages。 The cliff stretched away on both sides of him; turned horizontal just by the act of his own movement。
 Ghanima moved closely behind him。 Both carried small fruit baskets woven of spice…fiber
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