bh.houseatreides-第110章
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herself； making the best of things。
Despite the political drawbacks of any romance with the renegade family； Duke Leto now ruler of his Great House found himself even more attracted to her。 But he remembered his father's primary admonition： Never marry for love； or it will bring our House down。 Paulus Atreides had hammered that into his son as much as any other leadership training。 Leto knew he could never shrug off the Old Duke's mand； it was too much a part of him。
Still； he was drawn to Kailea； though thus far he hadn't found the courage to express his feelings to her。 He thought she knew； even so； Kailea had a strong； logical mind。 He saw it in her emerald eyes； in the curve of her catlike mouth； in the contemplative looks she gave him when she thought he wouldn't notice。
With Leto's permission； Rhombur searched curiously through some of the massive storage chests； looking for old wartime mementos of the friendship between Duke Paulus and Dominic Vernius。 Reaching deep into one chest； he brought out an embroidered cape and unfolded it。 〃What's this？ I never saw your father wear it。〃
Leto studied the design and knew instantly what it was the hawk of House Atreides embracing the Richesian lamp of knowledge。 〃I believe that's his wedding cloak； from when he and my mother were married。〃
〃Oh；〃 Rhombur said； his voice trailing off in embarrassment。 〃Sorry。〃 He folded the cape and stuffed it back into the box。
Shaking his head； Leto took a deep breath。 He'd known they would encounter many such memory land mines； and he would just have to endure them。 〃My father didn't choose to die and leave me in this position； Rhombur。 My mother made her own choices。 She could have been a valued advisor to me。 Under other circumstances I would have weled her assistance and wise counsel。 But instead。。。〃 He sighed and looked bitterly over at Kailea。 〃As I said； she made her own choices。〃
Only Leto and the warrior Mentat knew the truth about Helena's plicity in the murder； and it was a secret Leto vowed to carry with him to his grave。 With the death of the stablemaster during interrogation； Duke Leto Atreides had fresh； bright blood on his hands his first； but certainly not his last。 Not even Rhombur or Kailea suspected the truth。
He had sent his mother out of Castle Caladan with two of her servants； chosen by him。 For her 〃rest and well…being；〃 Lady Helena had been taken to the Eastern Continent where she would live under primitive conditions with the Sisters in Isolation； a retrogressive religious mune。 Haughtily； but without bothering to demand explanations for her son's behavior； Helena had accepted her banishment。
Though he put up a strong front； Leto privately mourned the loss of his mother； and was astounded to find himself without both parents in the space of a few months。 But Helena had mitted the most abhorrent act of betrayal against her own family； her own House； and he knew he could never forgive her； could never see her again。 Killing her was out of the question； the thought had barely crossed his mind。 She was； after all； his mother； and he was not like her。 Besides； getting her out of his sight was a practical matter； for he'd been left with vast holdings to manage； and the welfare of the citizens of Caladan had priority。 He needed to get down to the business of running House Atreides。
From a chest of items； Rhombur brought out a set of old…fashioned handmade playing cards and some of the Old Duke's awards； including military badges of honor； a chipped knife； and a small bloodstained banner。 Leto discovered seashells； a colored scarf； an unsigned love poem； a lock of auburn hair （not Helena's color）； then a lock of blonde hair； and enameled brass armbands designed for a woman； but he had no idea how to explain the items。
He knew his father had taken mistresses； though Paulus had brought none of them into the Castle as bound concubines。 He'd merely enjoyed himself； and had no doubt showered the women with trinkets or fabrics or sweetmeats。
Leto ignored those items and closed the heavy lid of the box。 Duke Paulus was entitled to his own memories； his past； and his secrets。 None of these mementos had any bearing on the fortunes of House Atreides。 He needed to concern himself with politics and business。 Thufir Hawat； other Court advisors； and even Prince Rhombur were doing their best to guide him； but Leto felt like a newborn； having to learn everything from scratch。
As the rain continued outside； Kailea poured a mug of the mulled wine and handed it to Leto； then drew two more for herself and her brother。 Thoughtfully the Duke sipped it； savoring the spicy flavor。 Warmth seeped into his bones； and he smiled when he thanked her。
She looked down at the odd paraphernalia and adjusted one of the gold bs in her deep copper hair。 Leto noticed that her lower lip was trembling。 〃What is it； Kailea？〃
She took a deep breath and looked at her brother； then at Leto。 〃I'll never have a chance to go through my mother's things like this。 Not from the Grand Palais； not even the few precious items she took with her when we fled。〃
Rhombur came forward and held his sister； but she continued to look at Leto。 〃My mother had keepsakes from the Emperor himself； treasures he gave her when she left his service。 She had so many memories； so many stories left to tell me。 I didn't spend enough time listening to her when she was alive。〃
〃It'll be all right；〃 Rhombur said； trying to console her。 〃We'll make our own memories。〃
〃And we'll make them remember us；〃 Kailea said； her voice suddenly brittle。
Feeling sick inside； and deeply weary； Leto rubbed the ducal signet ring on his finger。 It still felt strange and heavy there； but he knew he would never remove it until someday far in the future； when he would pass it to his own son to continue the traditions of House Atreides。
Outside； the storm flung more rain at the walls and windows of the ancient stone Castle； while the sea shushed a foamy lullaby against the cliffs far below。 Caladan felt very large and overwhelming around him； and Leto seemed incredibly small。 Though it was still an inhospitable night； when the young Duke exchanged smiles with Kailea and Rhombur； he felt warm and fortable in his home。
LETO LEARNED OF the Emperor's death as he and three attendants were struggling to hang the mounted Salusan bull's…head in the dining hall。 Workers used ropes and pulleys to haul the monstrous trophy onto a spot on the previously unadorned； highly polished walls。
A grim Thufir Hawat stood by； watching with hands clasped behind his back。 Absently； the Mentat touched the long scar on his leg； a souvenir of the time when he had rescued a much younger Paulus from another rampaging bull。 This time； however； he had not acted swiftly enough。。。。
Kailea shuddered as she looked up at the ugly creature。 〃It's going to be hard to eat in this hall； with that thing staring down at us。 I can still see the blood on its horns。〃
Leto regarded the bull's…head with an appraising eye。 〃I see it as a reminder that I must never let my guard down。 Even a dumb animal albeit with the interference of human conspirators can conquer the leader of a Great House of the Landsraad。〃 He felt a shiver。 〃Think of that lesson； Kailea。〃
〃I'm afraid that's not a very forting thought；〃 she murmured； her green eyes bright with unshed tears。 Blinking to clear her vision； she turned back to her own activities。
With a ridulian crystal report folder open before her on the table； she devoted her energies to studying the household accounts。 Using what she had learned in the Orb Office on Ix； Kailea analyzed the ine streams for Atreides holdings in order to determine how work and productivity were distributed on Caladan's continents and seas。 She and Leto had been discussing the matter in depth； despite their youth。 The exiled Kailea Vernius had an excellent head for business； Leto was delighted to discover。
〃Being a good Duke is not all swordplay and bullfighting；〃 Thufir Hawat had told him once； long before all the latest troubles and challenges。 〃Management of little things is often a more difficult battle。〃 For some reason the statement had stuck in Leto's mind； and now he was di
