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wasted moisture and, worse, distracted the harsh flow of vision. Paul must be stopped! Once, just once, she had bridged Time to place her voice where he would pass. But stress and mutability would not permit that here. The web of Time passed through her brother now like rays of light through a lens. He stood at the focus and he knew it. He had gathered all the lines to himself and would not permit them to escape or change. "Why?" she muttered. "Is it hate? Does he strike out at Time itself because it hurt him? Is that it . . . hate?" Thinking he heard her speak his name, the ghola said: "M'Lady?" "If I could only burn this thing out of me!" she cried. "I didn't want to be different." "Please, Alia," he murmured. "Let yourself sleep." "I wanted to be able to laugh," she whispered. Tears slid down her cheeks. "But I'm sister to an Emperor who's worshipped as a god. People fear me. I never wanted to be feared." He wiped the tears from her face. "I don't want to be part of history," she whispered. "I just want to be loved . . . and to love." "You are loved," he said. "Ahhh, loyal, loyal Duncan," she said. "Please, don't call me that," he pleaded. "But you are," she said. "And loyalty is a valued commodity. It can be sold . . . not bought, but sold." Page 115 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html "I don't like your cynicism," he said. "Damn your logic! It's true!" "Sleep," he said. "Do you love me, Duncan?" she asked. "Yes." "Is that one of those lies," she asked, "one of the lies that are easier to believe than the truth? Why am I afraid to believe you?" "You fear my differences as you fear your own." "Be a man, not a mentat!" she snarled. "I am a mentat and a man." "Will you make me your woman, then?" "I will do what love demands." "And loyalty?" "And loyalty." "That's where you're dangerous," she said. Her words disturbed him. No sign of the disturbance arose to his face, no muscle trembled -- but she knew it. Vision-memory exposed the disturbance. She felt she had missed part of the file:///F|/rah/Herbert,%20Frank/Dune%202%20-%20Dune%20Messiah.txt (88 of 102) [1/14/03 7:40:58 PM] file:///F|/rah/Herbert,%20Frank/Dune%202%20-%20Dune%20Messiah.txt vision, though, that she should remember something else from the future. There existed another perception which did not go precisely by the senses, a thing which fell into her head from nowhere the way prescience did. It lay in the Time shadows -- infinitely painful. Emotion! That was it -- emotion! It had appeared in the vision, not directly, but as a product from which she could infer what lay behind. She had been possessed by emotion -- a single constriction made up of fear, grief and love. They lay there in the vision, all collected into a single epidemic body, overpowering and primordial. "Duncan, don't let me go," she whispered. "Sleep," he said. "Don't fight it." "I must . . . I must. He's the bait in his own trap. He's the servant of power and terror. Violence . . . deification is a prison enclosing him. He'll lose . . . everything. It'll tear him apart." "You speak of Paul?" "They drive him to destroy himself," she gasped, arching her back. "Too much weight, too much grief. They seduce him away from love." She sank back to the bed. "They're creating a universe where he won't permit himself to live." "Who is doing this?" "He is! Ohhh, you're so dense. He's part of the pattern. And it's too late . . . too late . . . too late . . ." As she spoke, she felt her awareness descend, layer by layer. It came to rest directly behind her navel. Body and mind separated and merged in a storehouse of relic visions -- moving, moving . . . She heard a fetal heartbeat, a child of the future. The melange still possessed her, then, setting her adrift in Time. She knew she had tasted the life of a child not yet conceived. One thing certain about this child -- it would suffer the same awakening she had suffered. It would be an aware, thinking entity before birth. =========================== There exists a limit to the force even the most powerful may apply without destroying themselves. Judging this limit is the true artistry of government. Misuse of power is the fatal sin. The law cannot be a tool of vengeance, never a hostage, nor a Page 116 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html fortification against the martyrs it has created. You cannot threaten any individual and escape the consequences. -Muad'dib on Law, The Stilgar Commentary Chani stared out at the morning desert framed in the fault cleft below Sietch Tabr. She wore no stillsuit, and this made her feel unprotected here in the desert. The sietch grotto's entrance lay hidden in the buttressed cliff above and behind her. The desert . . . the desert . . . She felt that the desert had followed her wherever she had gone. Coming back to the desert was not so much a homecoming as a turning around to see what had always been there. A painful constriction surged through her abdomen. The birth would be soon. She fought down the pain, wanting this moment alone with her desert. Dawn stillness gripped the land. Shadows fled among the dunes and terraces of the Shield Wall all around. Daylight lunged over the high scarp and plunged her up to her eyes in a bleak landscape stretching beneath a washed blue sky. The scene matched the feeling of dreadful cynicism which had tormented her since the moment she'd learned of Paul's blindness. Why are we here? she wondered. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |