bh.houseatreides-第45章
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the planet。
On impulse； he climbed over the balcony rim； took a deep breath； and dropped two meters to land atop a pile of girders and plating destined for the Heighliner construction site。 He assumed he could find a way to get back up to the stalactite buildings using his bioscram card and his understanding of the city workings。 A pilot underneath the hovering platform guided the lowering load； he didn't seem to notice or care about his unexpected passenger。
Cool breezes riffled through Leto's hair as he descended toward the warmer surface。 Thinking of ocean winds； he sucked in another deep breath。 Here beneath the immense vault of the ceiling； he felt a freedom that reminded him of the seashore。 With the thought came a pang of homesickness for the ocean breezes of Caladan； the noises of the village market； the booming laugh of his father； even the prim concern of his mother。
He and Rhombur spent too much time confined within the buildings of Ix； and Leto often longed for fresh air and a cold wind on his face。 Perhaps he would ask Rhombur to acpany him up to the surface again。 There； the two of them could wander around the wilderness and look up at an infinite sky； and Leto could stretch his muscles and feel real sunlight on his face instead of the holographic illumination displayed on the cavern ceiling。
While the Ixian Prince was not Leto's equal as a fighter； neither was he the spoiled son so mon among many Great Houses。 He had his interests and loved collecting rocks and minerals。 Rhombur had an easy； generous way about him； and an unflagging optimism； but that was not to be misinterpreted。 Beneath the soft shell was a fierce determination and a desire to excel in every pursuit。
In the gigantic manufacturing grotto； supports and suspensor jacks had been readied for the new Heighliner already taking shape。 Equipment and machinery stood waiting near where holo blueprints shimmered in the air。 Even with full resources and huge numbers of suboid。 workers； such a vessel required the better part of a Standard Year to construct。 The cost of a Heighliner was equivalent to the economic output of many solar systems； thus； only CHOAM and the Guild could finance such massive projects； while House Vernius as the manufacturer reaped incredible profits。
The docile working class on Ix far outnumbered the administrators and the nobles。 On the floor of the grotto； low archways and huts built into the solid rock provided entrances to a warren of living quarters。 Leto had never visited the suboids himself； but Rhombur had assured him that the lower classes were well taken care of。 Leto knew then crews labored around the clock to build each new ship。 The suboids certainly worked hard for House Vernius。
The cargo platform levitated downward to the rocky cavern floor； and teams of workers came forward to unload the heavy raw materials。 Leto sprang down； landed on his hands and feet； then stood and brushed himself off。 The strangely placid suboids had pale skin dust with freckles。 They looked at him with doe eyes and didn't ask any questions or object to his presence； they simply averted their gazes and went about their tasks。
The way Kailea and Rhombur talked about them； Leto had imagined the suboids to be less than human； muscular troglodytes without minds； who simply labored and sweated。 But the people around him could easy have passed for normals； perhaps they weren't brilliant scientists or diplomats； but the working class didn't appear to be animals either。
With his gray eyes open wide； Leto walked along the grotto floor； staying out of the way as he observed the Heighliner construction。 Leto admired the sheer engineering and management of such an incredible job。 In the heavier； dustier air on the ground； he smelled an acrid tang of laser…welding and alloy…fusing materials。
The suboids followed a master plan； using step…by…step instructions like a hive organism。 They concluded each increment of the huge task without being overwhelmed by the amount of work still in store for them。 The suboids did not chatter； sing； or roughhouse。。。behavior Leto had seen among the fishermen； farmers； and factory workers of Caladan。 These pale…skinned laborers remained intent only on their tasks。
He thought he imagined well…hidden resentment； a simmering anger beneath calm； pale faces； but he didn't feel afraid down here alone。 Duke Paulus had always encouraged Leto to play with villager children； to go out on fishing boats； to mix with merchants and weavers in the marketplace。 He had even spent a month working in the pundi rice fields。 〃In order to understand how to rule a people；〃 the Old Duke had said； 〃you must first understand the people themselves。〃
His mother had frowned upon such activities； of course； insisting that the son of a Duke should not dirty his hands with the mud of rice paddies or foul his clothes with the slime of a sea catch。 〃What good does it do for our son to know how to skin and gut a fish？ He will be the ruler of a Great House。〃 But Paulus Atreides had his own way of insisting； and he made it clear that his wishes were law。
And Leto had to admit that despite sore muscles； an aching back； and sunburned skin； those times of hard work had satisfied him in a way that grand banquets or receptions hosted in Castle Caladan could not。 As a result he thought he understood the mon folk； how they felt； how hard they worked。 Leto appreciated them for it； rather than scorning them。 The Old Duke had been proud of his son for prehending that fundamental point。
Now as he walked among the suboids； Leto tried to understand them in the same way。 Powerful glowglobes hovered over the work site； driving back shadows； maintaining a starkness in the air。 The grotto was large enough that the construction sounds did not echo back； but reflected and faded into the distance。
He saw one of the openings into the lower tunnels and since no one had yet questioned his business there； Leto decided this would be a good opportunity to learn more about the suboid culture。 Maybe he could discover things even Rhombur didn't know about his own world。
When a crew of workers emerged from the archway； clad in service overalls； Leto slipped inside。 He wandered into the tunnels and spiraled down； passing hollowed…out living partments； identical and evenly spaced rooms that reminded him of the chambers in an insect hive。 Occasionally； though； he spotted homey touches： colorful fabrics or tapestries； a few drawings； images painted on the stone walls。 He smelled cooking； heard low conversations but no music and not much laughter。
He thought of his days spent studying and relaxing in the inverted skyscrapers overhead； with their polished floors； ser…chrome and faceted crystalplaz windows； the soft beds and fortable clothes； the fine foods。
On Caladan； ordinary citizens could petition the Duke whenever they wished。 Leto remembered when he and his father would walk in the marketplaces； talking to the merchants and craftsmen； allowing themselves to be seen and known as real people rather than as faceless rulers。
He didn't think Dominic Vernius even noticed the differences between himself and his rade Paulus。 The hearty； bald Earl gave all of his attention and enthusiasm to his family and the workers in his immediate vicinity； paying attention to overall industrial operations and business politics to keep the Ixian fortunes pouring in。 But Dominic viewed the suboids as resources。 Yes； he cared for them well enough； just as he maintained his precious machinery。 But Leto wondered if Rhombur and his family treated the suboids as people。
He'd already gone down many levels； and felt the unfortable tightness of stale air。 The tunnels ahead became darker and emptier。 The quiet corridors led deeper into open rooms； mon areas from which he heard voices； a rustling of bodies。 He was about to turn back； knowing he had a full day ahead of him： studies and lectures about mechanical operations and industrial processes。 Rhombur probably hadn't even eaten breakfast yet。
Curious； Leto stopped at the archway to see many suboids gathered in a mon room。 There were no seats or benches that he could see； and so all the people remained standing。 He l
