fh.godemperorofdune-第24章

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　Idaho　stared　into　Moneo's　eyes；　lost　suddenly　in　a　tangle　of　relationships。　Idaho　found　the　relationships　impossible　to　understand。　Moneo　obviously　was　so　much　older　than。。。But　I　am。。。Which　of　them　was　truly　the　older？　Which　the　ancestor　and　which　the　descendant？
　〃I　sometimes　have　trouble　with　this　myself；〃　Moneo　said。　〃If　it　helps；　the　Lord　Leto　assures　me　that　you　are　not　my　descendant；　not　in　any　ordinary　sense。　However；　you　may　well　father　some　of　my　descendants。〃
　Idaho　shook　his　head　from　side　to　side。
　〃Sometimes　I　think　only　the　God　Emperor　himself　can　understand　these　things；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃That's　another　thing〃　Idaho　said。　〃This　god　business。〃
　〃The　Lord　Leto　says　he　has　created　a　holy　obscenity。〃
　This　was　not　the　response　Idaho　had　expected。　What　did　I　expect？　A　defense　of　the　Lord　Leto？
　〃Holy　obscenity；〃　Moneo　repeated。　The　words　rolled　from　his　tongue　with　a　strange　sense　of　gloating　in　them。
　Idaho　focused　a　probing　stare　on　Moneo。　He　hates　his　God　Emperor！　No。。。he　fears　him。　But　don't　we　always　hate　what　we　fear？
　〃Why　do　you　believe　in　him？〃　Idaho　demanded。
　〃You　ask　if　I　share　in　the　popular　religion？〃
　〃No！　Does　he？〃
　〃I　think　so。〃
　〃Why？　Why　do　you　think　so？〃
　〃Because　he　says　he　wishes　to　create　no　more　Face　Dancers。　He　insists　that　his　human　stock；　once　it　has　been　paired；　breeds　in　the　way　it　has　always　bred。〃
　〃What　the　hell　does　that　have　to　do　with　it？〃
　〃You　asked　me　what　he　believes　in。　I　think　he　believes　in　chance。　I　think　that's　his　god。〃
　〃That's　superstition！〃
　〃Considering　the　circumstances　of　the　Empire；　a　very　daring　superstition。〃
　Idaho　glared　at　Moneo。　〃You　damned　Atreides；〃　he　muttered。　〃You'll　dare　anything！〃
　Moneo　noted　that　there　was　dislike　mixed　with　admiration　in　Idaho's　voice。
　
　The　Duncans　always　begin　that　way。
　What　is　the　most　profound　difference　between　us；　between　you　and　me？　You　already　know　it。　It's　these　ancestral　memories。　Mine　e　at　me　in　the　full　glare　of　awareness。　Yours　work　from　your　blind　side。　Some　call　it　instinct　or　fate。　The　memories　apply　their　leverages　to　each　of　us…on　what　we　think　and　what　we　do。　You　think　you　are　immune　to　such　influences？　I　am　Galileo。　I　stand　here　and　tell　you：　〃Yet　it　moves。〃　That　which　moves　can　exert　its　force　in　ways　no　mortal　power　ever　before　dared　stem。　I　am　here　to　dare　this。
　…The　Stolen　Journals
　〃WHEN　SHE　was　a　child；　she　watched　me；　remember？　When　she　thought　I　was　not　aware；　Siona　watched　me　like　the　desert　hawk　which　circles　above　the　lair　of　its　prey。　You　yourself　mentioned　it。〃
　Leto　rolled　his　body　a　quarter　turn　on　his　cart　while　speaking。　This　brought　his　cowled　face　close　to　that　of　Moneo；　who　trotted　beside　the　cart。
　It　was　barely　dawn　on　the　desert　road　which　followed　the　high　artificial　ridge　from　the　Citadel　in　the　Sareer　to　the　Festival　City。　The　road　from　the　desert　ran　laser…beam　straight　until　it　reached　this　point　where　it　curved　widely　and　dipped　into　terraced　canyons　before　crossing　the　Idaho　River。　The　air　was　full　of　thick　mists　from　the　river　tumbling　in　its　distant　clamor；　but　Leto　had　opened　the　bubble　cover　which　sealed　the　front　of　his　cart。　The　moisture　made　his　worm…self　tingle　with　vague　distress；　but　there　was　the　smell　of　sweet　desert　growth　in　the　mist　and　his　human　nostrils　savored　it。　He　ordered　the　cortege　to　stop。
　〃Why　are　we　stopping；　Lord？〃　Moneo　asked。
　Leto　did　not　answer。　The　cart　creaked　as　he　heaved　his　bulk　into　an　arching　curve　which　lifted　his　head　and　allowed　him　to　look　across　the　Forbidden　Forest　to　the　Kynes　Sea　glistening　silver　far　off　to　the　right。　He　turned　left　and　there　were　the　remains　of　the　Shield　Wall；　a　sinuous　low　shadow　in　the　morning　light。　The　ridge　here　had　been　raised　almost　two　thousand　meters　to　enclose　the　Sareer　and　limit　airborne　moisture　there。　From　his　vantage；　Leto　could　see　the　distant　notch　where　he　had　caused　the　Festival　City　of　Onn　to　be　built。
　〃It　is　a　whim　which　stops　me；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Shouldn't　we　cross　the　bridge　before　resting？〃　Moneo　asked。
　〃I　am　not　resting。〃
　Leto　stared　ahead。　After　a　series　of　switchbacks　which　were　visible　from　here　only　as　a　twisting　shadow；　the　high　road　crossed　the　river　on　a　faery　bridge；　climbed　to　a　buffer　ridge　and　then　sloped　down　to　the　city　which　presented　a　vista　of　glittering　spires　at　this　distance。
　〃The　Duncan　acts　subdued；〃　Leto　said。　〃Have　you　had　your　long　conversation　with　him？〃
　〃Precisely　as　you　required；　Lord。〃
　〃Well；　it's　only　been　four　days；〃　Leto　said。　〃They　often　take　longer　to　recover。〃
　〃He　has　been　busy　with　your　Guard；　Lord。　They　were　out　until　late　again　last　night。〃
　〃The　Duncans　do　not　like　to　walk　in　the　open。　They　think　about　the　things　which　could　be　used　to　attack　us。〃
　〃I　know；　Lord。〃
　Leto　turned　and　looked　squarely　at　Moneo。　The　majordomo　wore　a　green　cloak　over　his　white　uniform。　He　stood　beside　the　open　bubble　cover；　exactly　in　the　place　where　duty　required　that　he　station　himself　on　these　excursions。
　〃You　are　very　dutiful；　Moneo；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Thank　you；　Lord。〃
　Guards　and　courtiers　kept　themselves　at　a　respectful　distance　well　behind　the　cart。　Most　of　them　were　trying　to　avoid　even　the　appearance　of　eavesdropping　on　Leto　and　Moneo。　Not　so　Idaho。　He　had　positioned　some　of　the　Fish　Speaker　guards　at　both　sides　of　the　Royal　Road；　spreading　them　out。　Now；　he　stood　staring　at　the　cart。　Idaho　wore　a　black　uniform　with　white　piping；　a　gift　of　the　Fish　Speakers；　Moneo　had　said。
　〃They　like　this　one　very　much。　He　is　good　at　what　he　does。〃
　〃What　does　he　do；　Moneo？〃
　〃Why；　guard　your　person；　Lord。〃
　The　women　of　the　Guard　all　wore　skintight　green　uniforms；　each　with　a　red　Atreides　hawk　at　the　left　breast。
　〃They　watch　him　very　closely；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Yes。　He　is　teaching　them　hand　signals。　He　says　it's　the　Atreides　way。〃
　〃That　is　certainly　correct。　I　wonder　why　the　previous　one　didn't　do　that？〃
　〃Lord；　if　you　don't　know。　。　。〃
　〃I　jest；　Moneo。　The　previous　Duncan　did　not　feel　threatened　until　it　was　too　late。　Has　this　one　accepted　our　explanations？〃
　〃So　I'm　told；　Lord。　He　is　well　started　in　your　service。〃
　〃Why　is　he　carrying　only　that　knife　in　the　belt　sheath？〃
　〃The　women　have　convinced　him　that　only　the　specially　trained　among　them　should　have　lasguns。〃
　〃Your　caution　is　groundless；　Moneo。　Tell　the　women　that　it's　much　too　early　for　us　to　begin　fearing　this　one。〃
　〃As　my　Lord　mands。〃
　It　was　obvious　to　Leto　that　his　new　Guard　mander　did　not　enjoy　the　presence　of　the　courtiers。　He　stood　well　away　from　them。　Most　of　the　courtiers；　he　had　been　told；　were　civil　functionaries。　They　were　decked　out　in　their　brightest　and　finest　for　this　day　when　they　could　parade　themselves　in　their　full　power　and　in　the　presence　of　the　God　Emperor。　Leto　could　see　how　foolish　the　courtiers　must　appear　to　Idaho。　But　Leto　could　remember　far　more　foolish　finery　and　he　thought　that　this　day's　display　might　be　an　improvement。
　〃Have　you　introduced　him　to　Siona？〃　Leto　asked。
　At　the　mention　of　Siona；　Moneo's　brows　congealed　into　a　scowl。
　〃Calm　yourself；〃　Leto　said。　〃Even　when　she　spied　on　me；　I　cherished　her。〃
　〃I　sense　danger　in　her；　Lord。　I　think　sometimes　she　sees　into　my　most　secret　thoughts。〃
　〃The　wise　child　knows　her　father。〃
　〃I　do　not　joke；　Lord。〃
　〃Yes；　I　can　see　that。　Have　you　noticed　that　the　Duncan　grows　impatient？〃
　〃They　scouted　the　road　almost　to　the　bridge；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃What　did　they　find？〃
　〃The　same　thing　I　found…anew　Museum　Fremen。〃
　〃Another　petition？〃
　〃Do　not　be　angry；　Lord。〃
　Once　more；　Leto　peered　ahead。　This　necessary　exposure　to　the　open　air；　the　long　and　stately　journey　with　all　of　its　ritual　requirements　to　reassure　the　Fish　Speakers；　all　of　it　troubled　Leto。　And　now；　another　petition！
　Idaho　strode　forward　to　stop　directly　behind　Moneo。
　There　was　a　sense　of　menace　about　Idaho's　movements。　Surely　not　this　soon；　Leto　thought。
　〃Why　are　we　stopping；　m'Lord？〃　Idaho　asked。
　〃I　often　stop　here；〃　Leto　said。
　It　was　true。　He　turned　and　looked　beyond　the　faery　bridge。　The　way　twisted　downward　out　of　the　canyon　heights　into　the　Forbidden　Forest　and　thence　through　fields　beside　the　river。　Leto　had　often　stopped　here　to　watch　the　sunrise。