Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty

"You are Bigas," said the Necromancer, stepping into the small room where the dwarves were imprisoned. "My name is Height." Entering with Hayter was a contingent of royal guards who were changing the guard for the night.When passing through the courtyard outside, the sunset wind whipped up sand and dust, blowing on their cheeks, making their eyes blink, and their feet quickened their pace.They could be heard joking with each other in the hallway outside, and there was movement during the handover ceremony. "You are not Haight," said the dwarf. "You are Duncan Idaho. I was there when they put your body in the box; Where."

Undead suddenly felt dry mouth and swallowed.The light from the spherical lamp was originally yellow, but the room was hung with green curtains, which made the yellow a bit less contrasting. The bright light illuminated the bean-sized beads of sweat on the dwarf's forehead, making Bigas look very strange, like a creature that was put together randomly. Cannot be covered by skin.Beneath the timid, frivolous mask, this dwarf hides a certain power. "Muad'di sent me to ask you what the Trealaxes sent you here for," said Hayter. "Trealax, Trealax," Bigas muttered, "I am a Trealax, you idiot! Speaking of which, aren't you a Trealax too?" ?”

Hite stared at the dwarf.This Bigas is really astute, and he can't help but remind people of the ancient sages. "Did you hear the guards outside?" Hayter asked. "They'll hang you as soon as I give the order." "Cough! Cough!" exclaimed Bigas, "you have become such a ruthless fool. Hang me? Didn't you just say you came to know the truth?" Hayter found he didn't like the dwarf's unflappable expression, as if he knew some great secret. "Maybe I'm just wondering what the future holds," he said. "That's a good point," Bigas said. "We know each other now. Two thieves need no introduction when they meet. They both know each other."

"So we're all thieves," said Hayter. "What do we steal?" "It's not a thief, it's dice," Bigas said. "You come here to see my count. I want to see yours in turn. But you put on a mask. Look! This man has two Face!" "Did you really see me put into the Trealax box?" Heite asked, in fact he was very reluctant to ask such a question. "Didn't I say that?" Bigas asked.The dwarf jumped up. "We fought you hard. Your body doesn't want to come alive." Heite suddenly felt as if he was in a dream, controlled by someone else's consciousness.Perhaps he should forget about this for a while, and let other people's consciousness threaten him.

Bigas slyly tilted his head to the side, paced around the undead, and looked up at him from time to time. "It's good to be excited, get excited, and the hidden mode in your body will be activated." Bigas said, "You, you're a stalker who doesn't want to know what you're after." "And you're a weapon aimed at Muad'di, aren't you?" Hite said, turning as the dwarf turned, "what the hell are you trying to do?" "Nothing!" Bigas said, pausing. "You ask general questions, and I'll answer general questions."

"So you're after Alia," said Height. "Is she your target?" "On alien planets, they call her Holt, a fish monster," Bigas said. "When you talk about her, your blood boils. What's going on?" "Well, they call her Holt," said the ghost, studying Bigas' expression and wondering what his intentions were.It was strange how the dwarf answered his question in this way. "She is a virgin and a whore at the same time;" said Bigas, "she is uncultivated but witty, with a frightening sense; she is capable of the cruelest things when she is kindest; When you do things without thinking; when you want to build something, you are as destructive as a storm."

"So you came here to berate Alia," said Hayter. "Beat Alia?" Bigas sat down on a cushion by the wall. "I came here because I was fascinated by her beauty." He grinned, and the big On the face with a big nose and a big mouth, the expression is like a lizard. "Attacking Alia is the equivalent of attacking her brother," Hayter said. "It was so obvious that no one saw it," Bigas said. "In fact, the emperor and his sister were the same person back to back, one half male and the other half female." "We've heard this kind of talk. Some Fremen in the deepest part of the desert say that." Heite said, "It's the same people who resurrected the ritual of offering blood sacrifices to Xia Hulu. How can you talk about it?" Their nonsense?"

"Nonsense? What a big tone." Bigas asked, "Just you, a thing that looks like a person and an empty shell? Ah, I forgot, the dice can't see their own points. And you You are twice as confused as the others, because you serve the Atreides double. In fact, your mind is close to the answer, and your senses refuse." "You're preaching this nonsense to the guards, aren't you?" asked Hayter in a low voice.The dwarf's words whirled in his head until he was dizzy. "They preached to me!" Bigas said, "and they prayed to the gods. Why not? We should all pray. After all, we live in the shadow of the most dangerous creation that the universe has ever seen." middle."

"The most dangerous creation?" "Even their mothers refuse to live on the same planet as them!" "Why don't you just answer my question straight to the point?" Height asked. "We could have tortured you in other ways, you know. We'll get the answer...whatever it takes." "But I've answered you! I told you, the legends deep in the desert are true, aren't I? Am I the storm that brings death? No! I'm just words! Words that revive the deaf, like scratching Lightning in a cloudy sky over the desert. I have told you: 'Put out the light, the day is coming!' And you keep saying: 'Give me a light so that I may find the day.'"

"It's kind of dangerous for you to play with me," said Height. "Do you think I can't understand these really Sunny ideas? Actually, you mean the same thing as birds leaving in the mud." The traces are as clear." Bigas chuckled. "What are you laughing at?" Height asked. "I laugh that I have teeth but I wish I didn't." Amidst the laughter, Bigas managed to utter this sentence, "If I didn't have teeth, I wouldn't be gnashing my teeth in your anger." "Now that I know your target," said Hayter, "you'll think of me as another target of yours."

"And I've hit it, right on the bull's eye!" Bigas said, "You've made yourself such a big target that you can't miss it." He nodded to himself, "Now, I want to sing you a tune." He hummed, a sad, hoarse and monotonous melody, repeated over and over again. Heit froze, feeling a strange pain in his body rolling back and forth along his spine.He stared into the dwarf's face, and saw a pair of young eyes in that old face.Between the two temples is a network of light-colored wrinkles, and the eyes are in the middle of this network.What a big head!All the organs of that great face seemed to center around the pursed lips which uttered that monotonous sound.The sound made Haight think of ancient rituals, of memories passed down from generation to generation, of ancient words and customs.Something life-or-death is happening right now: the ebb and flow of ideas, the struggle for time.The dwarf's singing evoked some ancient ideas, like a very bright light in the far distance, moving here, getting closer and closer, illuminating countless centuries of life along the way. "What are you doing to me?" Hayter gasped. "You are an instrument, and I was trained to play you," Bigas said, "and I am playing you. I will tell you the names of some other rebels in the Neb. They are the Knoss and Cahuit; and Dijtida, Koba's secretary; Your Muad'di's chest." Shaking his head, Hayt found himself speechless. "We're like brothers." Bigas interrupted the monotonous hum again, "We grew up in the same box. First me, then you." Suddenly, Height felt a searing pain in his metal eyes, casting a shimmering red mist over everything he could see.Except for this sight, which was so painful to him, he felt that all his other senses had lost their direct feeling.He can feel external objects, but there seems to be a thin layer between his senses and external objects, like a light tulle.For him, everything in the outside world has become an accidental event unintentionally involved. to recognize foreign objects. Despair bursts with strength.The only vision remaining in the senses penetrates this layer of tulle, and the energy is highly concentrated, like a beam of blazing light, penetrating the opposite Bigas.Heit felt that his eyes could see through the dwarf: at first he was an intelligent being at the beck and call of man; below that, a creature trapped in greed, with desire centered in those eyes— —Layers of shells are peeled off gradually, and finally there is an entity appearance manipulated by certain symbols. "We're on the battlefield," Bigas said. "Speak your mind." The order allowed him to find his voice again."You cannot force me to kill Muad'di," Haite said. "I once heard the Bee Geist Sisterhood say," Bigas said, "that there is no solidity in the universe, no balance, no permanence—nothing can keep its own shape forever. Every day, sometimes every hour , will cause changes.” Heit shook his head blankly. "You thought that foolish emperor was our prey," Bigas said. "You understand our master Treylax so shallowly. What we create are works of art, but in reality, what we create are tools. Anything can be a tool—poverty, war. War is useful because it can affect many fields. It stimulates the metabolism of society, it enhances government functions, it Spread the genetic population. In the universe, there is nothing more vital than war. Only those who recognize the value of war and practice it can have the greatest degree of free will." Hayter said in a strange, flat voice: "Strange thoughts coming from your mouth, words that almost make me believe that the universe is evil, that there are some kind of vengeful gods. What did they do to create you?" The price? Your experience must be a very exciting story, and there will undoubtedly be an even more exciting ending." "Brilliant!" Bigas laughed triumphantly. "You're contradicting me—that is, you still have willpower, and you're exercising your own free will." "You want to awaken the violence in me," Hite gasped. Bigas shook his head, "Awakening, yes; violence, no. You said it yourself, the training you received made you believe in your own consciousness. My consciousness is to awaken the person in your body, Duncan Ai De Ho." "I'm Height!" "You are Duncan Idaho, superb killer, lover of many women, and excellent swordsman. Commander of House Atreides on the battlefield. Duncan Idaho." "The past cannot be awakened." "impossible?" "There has never been a precedent for success!" "True. But our masters refuse to admit that it is impossible. They always find the right tool, the right application, and the proper way—" "You're hiding your true intentions! You throw out these words as a cover, but they don't mean anything!" "You have a Duncan Idaho inside you," Bigas said. "It obeys the call of emotion, or it obeys calm thought. But it will obey. After the series has been suppressed and sublated, the new Idaho will gradually emerge. Even now, it is cowering, but at the same time it is eager to try. Something has always lived in your body, and the consciousness must focus on it, and You will obey it too." "The Trealax thought I was still their slave, but I—" "Quiet, slave!" Bigas said in a wail-singing tune. Hayter shut up and stood there motionless. "Now we're finally on point," Bigas said. "I think you feel it yourself. These are the passwords used to manipulate you...I think they'll work." Hatt felt the sweat trickle down his cheeks, his chest and arms trembled, but he could not move. "One day," said Bigas, "the emperor will come to you. He will say: 'She is gone.' His face will be filled with sorrow. He will give water to the dead. People here use this Sayings describe tears. And you will say in my voice: 'Master! O Master!'" Hayter's jaw and throat tensed and ached.He could only barely twist his head, shaking it back and forth. "You'll say, 'I've brought a message from Bigas.'" The dwarf grimaced, "Poor Bigas, he has no mind... Poor Bigas, a dog stuffed with messages barrel, something for other people... Hit Bigas and he'll make a sound..." He grimaced again. "You think I'm a hypocrite, Duncan Idaho. I'm not! I'll grieve too. Well, the time has come, the time for swords instead of words." Hayter made a break. Bigas grinned, "Ah, thank you, Duncan, thank you. A little bodily reaction saved us from this awkward moment. Just tell Duncan that the emperor has Harkonnen blood in his veins, and he He will be at our command. He will become a wrath-breathing machine, a hooked fish, and do his master's bidding with a lovely roar." Hite blinked, thinking that the dwarf looked like a clever little animal, something clever and vicious.Atreides with Harkonnen blood? "When you think of 'Rabin the Beast,' that wicked Harkonnen, there's fire in your eyes," Bigas said. "You look like a Freemen in that respect. Well, Nice words don't work, but luckily you have a sword at your fingertips, right? Think of what the Harkonnen have done to your family. Tell you, your baby Paul is also a Harkonnen because of your mother! Kill a ha Kenny, you don't see a problem, do you?" Necromancer only felt a feeling of pain and depression in his heart.Is this anger?But why are you angry? "Aha," Bigas said, "aha, ha! Click, the button responds as soon as you press it. There is more information that needs to be conveyed by you: Trealax would like to be with your precious Paul A. Tweedy makes a deal, our master can resurrect his sweetheart for him. Give you a sister—another necromancer." Heite suddenly felt that only his own heartbeat was left in the world around him. "A necromancer," said Bigas, "that will have the body of his lover. She will bear his children, and she will love him alone. We can even improve the original if he wants. Let a person regain There aren't many opportunities like that for something that's been lost. It's a deal he couldn't have dreamed of." Bigas nodded his head, his eyelids pulled down, as if tired.Then say: "He will be greatly tempted... You will approach him while he is distracted. You will surprise him and give him a hard blow! Two ghouls, not one - that's what the Master wants us to Do it!" The dwarf cleared his throat, nodded again, and said, "Let's talk." "I won't do it," said Hayter. "But Duncan Idaho will," said Bigas, "and don't forget that this will be the most vulnerable moment for that Harkonny scion. You'll also suggest improvements to his lover's body perhaps A never-ending heart, or a softer emotion. When you approach him, you also offer to offer him a sanctuary, a planet of his choice, somewhere far from the Empire. Think Think! His dear one is back, no more tears, and a peaceful place to live the rest of his life." "A package deal, but the price must be high." Heite said tentatively, "He will ask the price." "Tell him he has to make a public statement that he doesn't have any powers, and denounce the Chizara Order publicly. He's got to screw himself, and his sister." "That's all?" asked Hayter, with a sneer. "Needless to say, he also has to give up his shares in Yulian." "Needless to say." "If you're not close enough to deliver the killing blow, you can start by talking about how much the Trealaxes respect him, and how he taught them the usefulness of religion. You tell him that the Trealaxes have A dedicated religious design department can design different religions for different needs." "What a clever design," Hite said. "You feel free to taunt me and disobey my orders," Bigas said.He tilted his head slyly again, "Is that right? Come on, there's no need to deny it..." "They made you very well, little animal," said Hayter. "You're all right," said the dwarf. "You tell him to hurry up. Flesh will rot, and hers must be kept in the freezer." Hayter felt himself struggling, but still in a daze, surrounded by things he couldn't make out.Look at the dwarf, how sure he is!There must have been some sort of lapse in logic among the Trealax.In the process of creating the undead, they preset the program to make him obey the voice of Bigas.But why... clear reasoning, correct reasoning, how confusing the two are!Are the Trealaxes really having a problem with logic? Bigas smiled, as if listening to something that no one else could hear. "You will forget now," he said, "and remember when the time comes. He will say 'she is gone.' And then Duncan Idaho will wake." The dwarf clapped his hands. Hite muttered, feeling as if he was thinking about something, but his train of thought was interrupted... maybe a sentence was interrupted.What sentence is it?Seems like it's about some... target? "You're trying to confuse me and manipulate me," he said. "What did you say?" Bigas asked. "I'm your target, you can't deny that," Hayter said. "I don't want to deny it." "What do you want to do to me?" "To show my kindness to you," Bigas said, "that's all."