bh.houseatreides-第40章
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e Bene Gesserit must have birth through natural processes； with no artificial meddling； for reasons you're incapable of understanding。〃
〃I'm capable of understanding plenty；〃 the Baron growled。
〃Not this you aren't。〃
He hadn't expected the gambit to work anyway。 〃You need Harkonnen blood what about my nephew Glossu Rabban？ Or better yet； his father； Abulurd。 Go to Lankiveil and you could have as many children as you want through him。 You won't have to work so hard。〃
〃Unacceptable；〃 Mohiam said。 She fixed him with a cold； narrow…lidded glare。 Her face looked plain； pasty； and implacable。 〃I am not here to negotiate； Baron。 I have my orders。 I must return to Wallach IX carrying your child。〃
〃But。。。what if 〃
The witch held up her hand。 〃I've made it perfectly clear what will happen if you refuse。 Make your decision。 We'll have you either way。〃
His private chamber had suddenly bee an alien and threatening place to him。 He squared his shoulders； flexed his biceps。 Though a muscular man； lean of body； with fast reflexes； his only escape seemed to involve pummeling this woman into submission。 But he also knew about Bene Gesserit fighting abilities； especially their arcane weirding ways。。。and felt a twinge of doubt as to whether he would be the victor in such a struggle。
She got up and glided across the room with silent steps； then sat rigidly on the edge of the Baron's stained and unmade bed。 〃If it's any consolation； I take no more pleasure in this act than you do。〃
She looked at the Baron's well…made body； his broad shoulders； his firm pectorals and flat abdomen。 His face had a haughty look； clearly noble…born。 In other circumstances Vladimir Harkonnen might even have been an acceptable lover； like the male trainers with whom the Bene Gesserit had matched Mohiam throughout her childbearing years。
She had already delivered eight daughters to the Bene Gesserit school； all of them raised apart from her on Wallach IX or on other training planets。 Mohiam had never tried to follow their progress。 That was not the Sisterhood's way。 Her daughter by Baron Harkonnen would be no different。
Like many well…trained Sisters； Mohiam had the ability to manipulate her most minute bodily functions。 In order to bee a Reverend Mother； she had been required to alter her own biochemistry by taking an awareness…spectrum poison。 In transmuting the deadly drug within herself； she had passed inward through the long echoing bloodlines； enabling conversation with all of her female ancestors； the clamorous inner lives of Other Memory。
She could prepare her womb； ovulate at will； even choose the sex of her child from the moment the sperm and egg united。 The Bene Gesserit wanted a daughter from her； a Harkonnen daughter； and Mohiam would deliver； as instructed。
With only limited details of the numerous breeding programs； Mohiam did not understand why the Bene Gesserit needed this particular bination of genes； why she had been selected to bear the child and why no other Harkonnen could produce a viable offspring for Bene Gesserit plans。 She was just doing her duty。 To her the Baron was a tool； a sperm donor who had to play his part。
Mohiam lifted her dark skirt and lay back on the bed； propping her head up to look at him。 〃e； Baron； let us waste no more time。 After all； it's such a small thing。〃 She let her gaze drop down to his crotch。
As he flushed with rage； she continued in a soft voice； 〃I have the ability to increase your pleasure； or to deaden it。 Either way； the results will be the same to us。〃 She smiled with her thin lips。 〃Just think of the hidden melange stockpiles you'll be able to keep without the Emperor's knowledge。〃 Her voice grew harder。 〃On the other hand； just try to imagine what old Elrood will do to House Harkonnen if he finds out you've been cheating him all along。〃
Scowling； the Baron fumbled with his robe and lurched toward the bed。 Mohiam closed her eyes and muttered a Bene Gesserit benediction； a prayer to calm herself and to focus her bodily actions and her inner metabolism。
The Baron was more nauseated than aroused。 He couldn't bear to look at Mohiam's naked form。 Fortunately she kept most of her clothes on； as did he。 She worked with her fingers until he stiffened； and he kept his eyes closed during the entire mechanical act。 Behind his eyes； he had no choice but to fantasize about earlier conquests； the pain； the power。。。anything to take his mind from the revolting and messy act of male…female intercourse。
It wasn't lovemaking by any means； just a tired ritual between two bodies in order to exchange genetic material。 For both of them it was barely even sex。
But Mohiam got what she wanted。
AT HIS ONE…WAY private observation window； Piter de Vries moved silently； surreptitiously。 As a Mentat he had learned how to glide like a shadow； how to see without being seen。 An ancient law of physics claimed that the mere act of observation changed parameters。 But any good Mentat knew how to observe broader issues while remaining invisible； unknown to the subjects of his scrutiny。
De Vries had often watched the Baron's sexual escapades through this peephole。 Sometimes the acts disgusted him； occasionally they fascinated。。。and rarer still； they gave the Mentat ideas of his own。
Now； he silently kept his eyes to the tiny observation holes； drinking in details as the Baron was forced to copulate with the Bene Gesserit witch。 He watched his master with great amusement； enjoying the man's utter disfiture。 He had never seen the Baron so nonplussed。 Oh； how he wished he had found time to set up the recording apparatus so he could enjoy this again and again。
The moment she'd made her demands； de Vries had known the unavoidable oute。 The Baron had been a perfect pawn； utterly ensnared； with no choice in the matter。
But why？
Even with his great Mentat prowess； de Vries could not understand what the Sisterhood wanted with House Harkonnen or its offspring。 Surely； the genetics weren't that spectacular。
For now； though； Piter de Vries just enjoyed the show。
Many inventions have selectively improved particular skills or abilities； emphasizing one aspect or another。 But no achievement has ever scratched the plexity or adaptability of the human mind。
…Ikbhan's Treatise on the Mind； Volume II
On one side of the faux…stone practice floor in the Ixian Grand Palais； Leto stood beside Guard Captain Zhaz； panting。 The fight instructor was an angular man with bristly brown hair； thick eyebrows； and a square…cut beard。 Like his students； Zhaz wore no shirt； only beige fighting shorts。 The smell of sweat and hot metal hung in the air despite the best efforts of an air…exchange apparatus。 As on most mornings； though； the training master spent more time watching than fighting。 He let the battle…machines do all the work。
After his regular studies； Leto loved the change of pace； the physical exercise； the challenge。 By now he had settled into a routine on Ix； undergoing hours of high…tech physical and mental training； with added time for tours of technological facilities and instruction in business philosophy。 He had warmed to Rhombur's enthusiasm； though often he had to help explain difficult concepts to the Ixian Prince。 Rhombur wasn't slow…witted； just。。。distant from many practical matters。
Every third morning； the young men left their classrooms behind and worked out on the automated training floor。 Leto loved the exercise and the rush of adrenaline； while both Rhombur and the fight instructor seemed to find this an antiquated requirement added to the curriculum only because of Earl Vernius's memories of warfare。
Leto and the bristly…haired captain watched stocky Prince Rhombur wield a golden pike against a sleek and responsive fighting mek。 Zhaz didn't train personally against his students。 He felt that if he and his security troops did their jobs； no member of House Vernius need ever stoop to barbaric hand…to…hand bat。 He did； however； help program the self…learning bat drones。
In its resting position； the man…sized mek was a featureless charcoal ovoid no arms； legs； or face。 Once the fight began； however； the Ixian unit morphed a set of crude protrusions and took on varying sh
