Chapter 48 Chapter Eleven

On the night of victory, accompanied by his entourage, Paul Moady came to the governor's mansion in Alacaine, the mansion that the Atrez family first occupied in the dunes.That building stood there before Rabin rebuilt it.Although it has been looted by city people, in fact, it has not been damaged by war, only some facilities in the hall have been damaged. Paul strode through the front door, with Gurney Halleck and Stilgar at his heels. They escorted him into the hall and tidied up the place, clearing a place for Moaddi to stand.A small team began to search the building, making sure no cunning trap had been set.

"I remember the day I first came here with your father," Gurney said.He looked around at the roof beams and the tall, sloping windows. "I didn't like this place then, and I don't like it even more now. Instead, our cave will be safer." "Sounds like a Fremen," Stilgar said.But he noticed that his words made Moadhi sneer. "Would you reconsider, Moaddi?" "This place is a symbol," said Paul. "Rabin used to live here. We live here, and I want everyone to believe in my victory. Don't touch anything here until you're absolutely sure that there are no Harkonnens." or any other toys left behind."

"I obey." Stilgar said, showing great reluctance, and turned to deliver his order. The correspondents hurried into the hall with their equipment and began to install the communication equipment by the huge fireplace.Around the hall were sentry posts, manned by the Fremen's Guard, supplemented by the surviving Death Squadrons.The sentries chatted quietly, casting suspicious glances.This place has long been a stronghold of the enemy, and it is difficult for them to live in it casually. "Gurney, send the escort to fetch my mother and Cheney," Paul said. "I wonder if Cheney knows about our son."

"The message has been sent, Your Excellency." "Has the maker been taken out of the depression?" "Yes, sir. The storm is almost over." "How much damage did the storm do?" Paul asked. "In the direct path of the storm, the landing sites and decaying spice stores on the ground were destroyed, and the damage was enormous," Gurney said. "The damage from the battle was as great as the damage from the storm." "I don't think there's money to fix these things," Paul said. "Except for life, my lord," said Gurney, apparently reproachfully, as if to say, "When did the people of Atrez first care about that, when the people were still at stake?"

However, Paul focused only on the cracks he could see in the inner eye and the wall of time that still lay in his path.The war of religious vengeance rages through every crack along the passage of the future. He sighed and walked across the hall, seeing a chair against the wall.The chair had once been in the dining room, perhaps his father had sat on it.However, it is just an object he uses to eliminate fatigue and cover his tiredness.He sat on it, loosened the filtration suit around his neck, and pulled the robes around his legs. "The Emperor is still trapped in the wreckage of the ship," Gurney said.

"Let him stay there now," Paul said. "Did they find the Harkonnen?" "They're still searching through the bodies." "Any reply from the spaceship?" He raised his head and looked at the ceiling. "No reply yet, sir." Paul sighed again and leaned back in his chair.After a while he said, "Bring me a Sadoka prisoner, we must deliver a message to the Emperor. Now is the time to negotiate." "Yes, sir." When Gurney turned to leave, he gestured to the Freeman Death Squad body guard beside Paul. "Gurney," Paul whispered, "I haven't heard you say a good quote about this since we were reunited." He turned to see Gurney gulp and look Suddenly his jaw became horribly stiff.

"Yes, sir," said Gurney.He cleared his throat and said gruffly, "For all, that day of victory turned into mourning. For on that day people heard how the King mourned the death of his son." Paul closed his eyes, fighting back the grief that he had suppressed for his father.He concentrated now on the discovery of the day—the future mixed in his mind and the hidden existence of Alia. Strangest of all, of all the time phantasms used, Alia says: "I stood up against the future in order to put my words where only you could hear them. Not even you can do that, my brother. I found it to be an amusing game... ah, yes - I killed our grandfather, the crazy old Baron, and he didn't suffer much."

quiet.His perception of time saw her disappear. "Moady." Paul opened his eyes and saw Stilger's face covered with black beards, blue eyes with a fighting light. "You found the body of the old Baron," said Paul. His composure calmed Stilgar, and he whispered, "How do you know? We just found it in the emperor's pile of scrap metal." Paul ignored his question.That's when he saw Gurney turn back, two Freeman death squads holding a Sadokar prisoner. "Brought one for you, sir," said Gurney.He motioned for the guards to place the prisoner five paces away from Paul.

Paul noticed a dull, terrified expression in the eyes of the Sadoka captive, a blue scar running down the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth.His fair skin and well-defined features seemed to befit his status among the Sadoka.However, apart from the gold buttons of the royal embellishment on the uniform and the tattered trim on the trousers, there were no identifying symbols. "I think the man is an officer, sir," said Gurney. Paul nodded in agreement with him and said, "I'm Paul 1 Duke of Atrez, do you understand, man?" The Sadoka stared at him, motionless.

"Speak!" said Paul, "or your emperor will be put to death." The man blinked his eyes and swallowed his saliva. "Who am I?" Paul asked sharply. "You are Paul 1 Duke of Atrez." The man replied with a hoarse voice. He seemed quite submissive to Paul, but the Sardocan had never been prepared for what happened today.Paul realizes that they will never know anything except that victory itself may be a weakness.He pushed the idea aside to allow himself to reconsider it later in the training program. "I want you to take a message to the Emperor," said Paul.He dictated what he had to say in the old traditional format: "I, a duke of a great family, kinsman of the royal family, assure the Grand Council that if the emperor and his people lay down their arms and come to me, I will I protect them with my life." Paul held up his left hand, which bore the Duke's signet ring, to show the Sadoka: "By this ring I swear."

The man licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and looked at Gurney. "Yes," said Paul, "who has the loyalty of Gurney Halleck but the Atreese?" "I'll bring the message," said the Sadoka. "Take him to our forward command post and send him there," Paul said. "Yes, Your Excellency." Gurney motioned for the guards to execute, and led them out of the hall. "Cheny and your mother are here," Stilger said. "Cheny asked to be left alone for a while out of grief. The Virgin is also going to be in that weird room for a while, and I don't know why." "My mother was frustrated with the longing to be on a planet she might never have seen," Paul said. "One couldn't walk between the rain and the vegetation." "Water is falling from the sky!" Stilger whispered. In that split second, Paul saw how Stilger changed from a Freeman's diehard to a Lisan al-Ghab's loving-minded, fearful, docile man.That was the softening of the man's humanity.But Paul still felt the dark wind of the religious revenge war. I saw a friend become a believer, thought Paul. Feeling alone, Paul looked around the hall, noticing how well-mannered and formal his guards had become in his presence.He felt, too, the small, triumphant rivalry between them--each wishing to be favored by Moadhi. Everyone wants the blessing of Moadhi, he thought, this is the most painful thing in my life.They think I deserve the throne, but they have no way of knowing that I'm doing it to stop a war of religious vengeance. Stilger coughed and said, "Rabin is dead too." Paul nodded. The guard on his right jerked aside, stood at attention and made way for Jessica. She was wearing a black Freeman gown, and she walked with a sort of sandy stride.Paul noticed that the house somewhat reminded her of something she had once lived here—a duke's concubine, who appeared with some old self-assurance. Jessica stopped in front of Paul and looked down at him.She saw fatigue and how he hid his fatigue.But she had no sympathy for him, as if she had grown indifferent to him. Jessica had entered the hall, but somehow the place couldn't make it match the place she remembered.It was still a strange place to her, as if she had never been here before, never been here with her Raydo, and had never faced a drunken Duncan Idaho here —never, never... The direct confrontation with strong memory should be the pressure of words, she thought, and the memory of denying oneself should have no words. "Where is Alia?" she asked. "Out there doing what any Freeman kid should be doing at this time," Paul said. "She's killing enemy wounded and marking the bodies for the water recovery team." "Paul!" "You should know that she did it out of kindness," he said. "Isn't it surprising that we get this combination of kindness and cruelty wrong?" Jessica stared at her son, shocked by the profound change in him.Was it the death of his son that changed him?she asked herself.She said, "People tell strange things about you, Paul. They say you have legendary powers, and nothing can be hidden from you, because you can see things that other people can't see." "Should a Bee Geist ask about a legendary figure?" Paul asked. "I have a hand in whatever you do," she admitted, "but you shouldn't expect me to..." "How do you want to live a billion lives?" Paul asked. "There are legends made up for them! Think of all those experiences, they bring wisdom, and wisdom tempers love, doesn't it? It gives Hate in new forms. If you don't understand cruelty and kindness, how can you tell what's not cruel? You should be afraid of me, mother. I'm Kwizzaki Hadenatch." Jessica tried her best. Coughed with a dry throat.After a while, she said, "You once denied to me that you were Kwizaki Hadenatch." Paul shook his head and said, "I'm not denying anything anymore." He looked up and met her eyes. "The Emperor and his men are coming. I can announce to them any time I am Kwizaki Hadnaci. Come stand beside me, and I hope to have a clear look at them. My future The bride might be among them, too." "Paul!" Jessica scolded, "don't make the same mistakes your father made." "She's a princess," Paul said, "and she's the key to my throne, and that's all her future. Wrong? Because you made me, you think I can't feel the need for revenge?" "Even relying on that innocent?" she asked.She thought: He shouldn't have made the mistakes I made. "There will be no more innocents," Paul said. "You tell Cheney about that!" said Jessica, gesturing toward the passage leading to the back of the mansion. Cheney came out of the passage and entered the hall, supported by two Fremen.She seemed unaware of their presence, her hood and dialysis gown hood hanging behind her head, face shield tied to one side.With feeble, unsteady steps she walked down the hall to Jessica. Paul saw the tears on her face—she offered water to the dead.He felt a pang of grief, as if he had only thought of it in Cheney's presence. "He's dead, dear," Cheney said. "Our son is dead." Paul struggled to control his grief and stood up.He reached out and stroked Cheney's face, feeling her wet tears. "He can't be replaced," Paul said, "but we'll have other sons, Yosok promised." He gently pulled her aside, gesturing to Stilgar. "Moaddi." Stilgar said. "The Emperor and his men are coming from the spaceship," Paul said, "and I'm standing right here, keeping the captives in the middle of the hall. Besides, keep them ten meters away from me without my order." .” "Yes, Moaddi." Stilgar turned to carry out his order.That's when Paul heard the Fremen guards murmur in awe: "You know what? He knows. Nobody told him, but he knows!" At this time, the footsteps of the emperor and his entourage could be heard getting closer.His Sadokar army hummed a march, to keep their spirits up.There were murmured voices at the entrance to the hall.Gurney Halleck walked through the guards, went over to discuss with Stilgar, and then walked up to Paul with a strange look in his eyes. I'm going to lose Gurney too?Paul asked himself.To lose a friend, as to Stilgar, is to gain a loving thought. "They didn't lay down their weapons," Gurney said. "I'm sure of that." He looked around the hall and saw that Paul was ready. "Phaede Rose is among them. Shall I find him out?" "Let him stay there." "There are also Gilders who demand special protection and threaten to blockade Arrakis. I promise them that I will pass on their words to you." "Let them make threats!" "Paul!" Jessica whispered behind him. "He's talking about Gilders." "It won't be long before I pull out their fangs," Paul said. He thought of the Gilders--a professional army so long gone that it became a parasite, unable to exist in its past life.They would never have dared to take up swords...and now they will, especially when they realize that their astronauts must rely on the Spice of Decline to produce a Spectrum Narcotic of Consciousness.They may have taken Arrakis, they may have done so, and died in glory.Instead, they survive for generations, hoping that the oceans in which they swim will produce new ones as the old ones die. Gilder astronauts with limited precognition have made an unfortunate decision: they always choose the safe course that is clear and leads to stagnation. Let them take a good look at their new master, Paul thought. "There's also a Madonna of Bee Geist who says she's an old friend of your mother's." Gurney said. "My mother has no Bee Geist friends." Gurney looked around the hall again, then bent down to Paul's ear. "Safie Hawat was among them too, Your Excellency. I could not find an opportunity to meet him alone, but, using our old sign language, he told me: He has been working for the Harkonnen and also thinks you are dead And he said he should stay among them." "You left Safi in those people..." "He himself wants to stay...I think it's best that way. If...something goes wrong, he's in a place where we can control him. If nothing happens, we have an eye and an eye over there." Paul remembered that he had seen in a prophetic dream what might happen at this moment: the timeline Safi was holding a poisonous needle, which the emperor gave him and ordered him to use to assassinate "this pretentious duke". The guards at the entrance dodged to the sides, forming a lane with spears in hand.The dress rustled, and there was a rough and piercing sound when the feet stepped on the sand blown into the courtyard of the mansion by the wind. Emperor Padisha, Saddam IV, led his entourage into the hall.His general's helmet was gone, his red hair was disheveled, and the left sleeve of his uniform was torn along the inside seam.He was not wearing a belt, nor was he carrying a weapon.However, as he moved, it was as if there was a powerful shielding bubble, forming a layer of space around him. The Fremen's spears held him back, stopping him where Paul had indicated.The others stood behind him like a jumbled, overly-colored portrait of a face. Paul scanned the group of people, including the women covering their tears, and the entourage who enjoyed the viewing platform treatment in Sadoka's victory. They all stood silently at this moment, dejected by their defeat.Among the crowd Paul saw the Virgin Keith Helen Mohiam, her bright bird-like eyes shining behind a hood.He also saw Phaede Rose standing beside her.Harkonnen's elongated face. There is always time to meet me, Paul thought. He looked behind Phaede Ross and noticed a movement.Then he saw a sly, elongated face that he had never seen before.The feeling that he should know this face frightened him a little. Why should I be afraid of that person?he asked himself. Leaning closer to his mother, he asked in a low voice, "Who is that man on the left of the Virgin, with a sinister face?" Jessica looked in the direction he was pointing and immediately recognized the face from her Duke file. "Lord Fenlon," she said, "he was here just before us, the Chief Eunuch . . . a murderous executioner." The Emperor's messenger, Paul thought.The thought shook his consciousness, as he saw possibilities and the Emperor with countless connections to the future, but in those precognitive dreams, Lord Fenlon never appeared. Paul suddenly remembered that along the infinite expansion of the time network, he saw his own body, but he never saw the time of his death. I have not seen this man, is it because he is the one who killed me?Paul asked himself. It's an omen.He forced himself to turn his attention away from Fenlon and looked at the remaining Sadokar officers and soldiers, pain and despair in their eyes.Paul took a brief moment to look at them: Officer Sadoka surveyed the security arrangements in the hall, planning how to turn defeat into victory. The last thing Paul noticed was a tall, fair woman with green eyes and a very pretty face, with a sort of classical beauty in her arrogance.No tears, no look of defeat at all.No one told him that Paul also knew that she was a royal princess, trained by bee gist.Time Visions had shown him her face many times.She is Princess Irilan. That's the point, he thought. Then, he saw Safi shaking in the scattered crowd.Hawat's face was wrinkled, his lips were smudged, his shoulders were raised, and he looked old. "That's Safi Hawat," Paul said, "let him stand wherever he wants." "Your Excellency," Gurney said. "Let him stand anywhere," Paul repeated. Gurney nodded in obedience to his orders. Hawat staggered forward, and the Fremen raised their spears to let him pass, then lowered them again.His cold eyes peered at Paul, studying him. Paul took a nervous step forward, wary of the counterattack of the emperor and his men. Hawat looked at Jessica behind Paul and said, "Mrs. Jessica, I just realized today how I wronged you, and you don't have to forgive me." Paul waited, but his mother remained silent. "Safi, old friend," Paul began, "as you can see, my back is not facing the door." "There are doors everywhere in the universe," Hawat said. "I am my father's son?" Paul asked. "You're more like your grandfather's son," Hawat said gruffly. "In your eyes, you have his way of seeing and expression." "I am my father's son," said Paul, "and I say, Safi, in return for your service to my family over the years, you can now get from me everything you wish for. Do you want my life?" , Safi? My life belongs to you now." Paul took another step forward, hands hanging by his sides, and saw the clear consciousness in Hawat's eyes. He realizes I know about the betrayal plan, Paul thought. Paul lowered his voice so that only Hawat could hear, and said in a half-whisper, "What I mean is: If you're going to attack me, do it now." "I just want to stand before you once more, my lord," Hawat said.Only then did Paul begin to understand that the old man was trying his best not to fall, so he quickly reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and supported him, feeling the muscles under his hands trembling uncontrollably. "Does it hurt, old friend?" Paul asked with concern. "It hurts, my duke," Hawat said, "but I'm more happy." He turned half in Paul's arms, stretched out his left hand, palm up, revealing the little needles fastened on his hand, and looked at the emperor. He shouted: "Look, Your Majesty, have you seen the traitor's needle? Do you think that I, who have served the Atrez family all my life, will not be loyal to them now?" The old man collapsed in his arms, very weak.Paul shook, feeling death at once.He gently lowered Hawat to the ground, stood up, and told the guards to carry the body away. There was silence in the hall as his order was carried out. An expression of waiting for death appeared on the emperor's face, and fear appeared in the eyes that had never felt fear before. "Your Majesty," Paul said, noting the surprising attractiveness of the tall royal princess.He uttered these words in Bee Geist's controlled atonal voice, in which he used as much contempt as he could. She was trained by Bee Geist, Paul thought. The Emperor cleared his throat and said, "My esteemed relative probably thinks he can have everything his own way. Nothing can be too far from the truth. You turned your back on the Grand United Council and used the atomic bomb against... ..." "I used the atomic bomb to fight against the natural features of the desert," said Paul. "It got in my way, and I wanted to reach you as quickly as possible. Sire, I ask you to explain your strange actions." "At this moment, there are a large number of planes of major families over Arrakis," said the emperor, "if I say a word, they will..." "Ah, yes," said Paul, "I almost forgot about them." He searched among the Emperor's retinue until he saw the faces of the two Gilders.He said to Gurney, "Those two are representatives from Gilder, Gurney? Two fat guys in gray over there." "Yes, sir." "Both of you," Paul said, pointing to the two Gilders, "get out of there immediately and signal the group of planes to fly back. Afterwards, you can ask me for permission..." "The Gilders will not obey your orders!" cried the taller of the two, rushing with his companion to the spear barrier.After Paul nodded in agreement, the spear was raised and they came out, the tall man raised an arm, pointed at Paul and said, "You will be tightly sealed for your..." "If I hear any more nonsense from any of you, I will order the destruction of all decaying spice-producing lands in Arrakis...forever," Paul said. "Are you mad?" asked the tall Gilder, taking half a step back involuntarily. "So, you admit that I have the ability to do this?" Paul asked back. The Gilder seemed to look at the sky, waited a moment, and said, "Yes, you can. But you shouldn't." "Ah," Paul said, nodding his head, "you're both Gilder astronauts, huh?" "yes!" The shorter of the two said, "You're out of your mind, and you're cursing us all to die slowly. Do you know what it means to be taken from the Decay Spice Liquid once you're addicted?" "The eyes on the safe course ahead will be closed forever," said Paul, "and the Gilders will be incapacitated, and the human race will be less alone on their lonely planet. You know, I do Maybe out of sheer resentment, maybe out of boredom." "Let us discuss this matter in private," said the tall Gilder, "and I am sure we will find a compromise solution, which is..." "Signaling over Arrakis," Paul said. "I'm starting to get tired of arguing like this. If those ships above us don't leave soon, there's no point in talking between us." The correspondent pointed out: "You can use our communication equipment." "We've got to talk about this first," said the tall Gilder, "we can't just..." "Do as I say!" Paul roared, "If you can destroy something, you can absolutely control it. You agree that I have this ability. We are not here to discuss, nor negotiate, nor compromise. You Only obey my orders, otherwise you will suffer the consequences." "He means what he says," said the little Gilder.Paul saw fear controlling them. The two Gilders walked slowly to the comms. "Will they obey?" Gurney asked. "Their time was short," Paul said. "All they could see was a blank wall ahead, marked with consequences for disobedience. The Gilder astronauts on every ship above us could see that wall. They Will obey orders." Paul turned back to look at the emperor and said, "When they put you on your father's throne, they just believed you would keep the spice of decay flowing. You let them down, and you know why?" "No one will allow me to..." "Don't pretend to be a fool," Paul bellowed, "Gilders are like the villages by the river, they need water. But it's not enough to dip in what they need. They can't dam the river to control the water , because their attention was on need, which led to their ultimate demise. Declining spice flows, which is their river, and I dammed the upper reaches. My dams are such that without destroying the river, the The dam cannot be destroyed." The emperor combed his red hair with his hands, and stared at the backs of the two Gilders. "Even your Bee Geist Mantra is trembling," Paul said, "and the other poisons of the Mother's machinations are no longer potent once the Spice of Decline is applied." The old woman pulled her invisible black robe tight around her body and pushed her way through the crowd to the front, standing before the barrier of spears. "Our Lady of Keith Helen Mohiam, it's been a long time since Karadan met, hasn't it?" said Paul. Looking behind him at his mother, she said, "Jessica, I know your son is someone. Because of that, you can be forgiven, even your daughter's nasty behavior." Paul was very angry and said coldly: "You have never had the right and reason to forgive my mother for anything!" The old woman's eyes were fixed on Paul. "Want to try your illusion on me, old hag?" said Paul. "Where is your Gomgaba? Try it and see where you dare not look! You'll find me there staring at you .” The old woman looked away. "What else do you have to say?" Paul asked. "I congratulate you on your attainment to the highest level of humanity," she murmured, "and hope your reputation has not been ruined." Paul raised his voice and said, "Look at her, comrades! Here is a Bee Geist Virgin, patient for endurance's sake. She can wait patiently with her sisterhood. They have waited ninety generations , for proper genetic incorporation and the right environment to produce a human being for their project. Look at her! She now knows that ninety generations later that human being will be me. I'm standing here, but I Never do what she tells you to do." "Jessica!" screamed the old woman. "Keep him quiet!" "Go and quiet him yourself!" said Jessica. Paul stared at the old woman contemptuously. "I may gladly put you to death for your part in this matter," he said. "You can't stop it!" the old woman was furious. Paul raged: "But I think it's better to punish you: to live enough, but you can't reach me, and you can't make me bend to you, to do any little thing you want me to do. .” "Jessica, what have you done?" asked the old woman. "I've only shown you one thing," said Paul, "and you've seen a part of what this people needs. But how little you've seen! You want to control the birth of human beings, and according to your masterwork you've put a few Selected people are mixed together. You know too little, right..." "You shouldn't talk about it!" whispered the old woman. "Shut up!" Paul shouted angrily.The word seemed to capture the essence of the matter, as if it were twisting together in the air between them under Paul's control. The old woman backed away in fright, and fell into the arms of those behind her.She paled, shocked by the power Paul had used to grab her soul. "Jessica," she moaned softly, "Jessica." "I remember your Gomgaba," Paul said, "and you remember mine. I can kill you with one word." The Fremen around the hall looked at each other consciously, and the legend said: His words will bring eternal death to those who stand against justice. Paul turned his attention to the tall Princess Royal standing beside her father, looked her over, and said, "Your Majesty, we both know the solution to our predicament." The Emperor glanced at his daughter, then looked away at Paul. "You dare? You! An adventurer without a home, a nameless villain..." "You've admitted who I am," Paul said. "Royal family, that's what you said. Let's put an end to this nonsense." "I am your ruler," said the emperor. Paul looked at the Gilders standing by the comms facing him, and one of them nodded to him. "I can force it to work," Paul said. "You don't dare!" The emperor scolded angrily. Paul just stared at him. The Princess Royal put one hand on her father's arm as she said, "Father," in a voice as soft as silk and lighthearted. "Don't play tricks on me," said the Emperor, looking at her. "You don't have to, daughter. We have other ways of dealing with him..." "But there's only one suitable man here to be your son," she said. At this moment, the old Virgin had regained her composure, squeezed to the side of the emperor, and whispered in his ear. "She's defending you," Jessica said. Paul kept looking at the fair-haired princess, and he went up to his mother and said, "That's Irilan, the eldest daughter of the Emperor, isn't it?" "yes." Cheney walked to Paul's other side and said, "You want me to go away, Moaddi?" He looked at her: "go away? You never leave me." "There was no connection between us," Cheney said. Paul looked at her silently for a moment and said, "Tell me the truth, my Sehaya." She was about to speak when he put a finger over her mouth to keep her from speaking. "The bond that connects us will never be loose," he said. "Now, keep a close eye on what's going on here, and I hope to use your ingenuity to run this house in the future." The emperor and his truthsayer were engaged in a heated, whispered argument. Paul said to his mother: "She reminded him that it was part of their agreement to put a Bee Geist on the throne, and Elilan was their proposed heir to the throne." "That's their plan?" Jessica asked. "Isn't that obvious?" Paul asked. "I see the omen!" Jessica said quickly. "My question is to remind you not to teach me what I teach you." Paul looked at her, noticing the sneer on her lips. Gurney Halleck interjected, "I remind you, sir, that there was a Harkonnen in that group." He turned to the black-haired Phaed Ross who was squeezed by the spear barrier on the left: "那里左边那个斜眼睛的人，有一张我曾说过的邪恶的脸。你答应过我……” “谢谢你，哥尼。”保罗说。 “那是……既然那个老男爵死了，他就是男爵，”哥尼说，“他将是我……” “你能打败他，哥尼？” “阁下是在开玩笑！” “皇上和他的巫师争论的时间够长的了，你不认为是这样的吗，母亲？” 她点头同意他的看法。“确实够长的了。” 保罗高声喊道：“陛下，你们之中是否有一个哈可宁人？” 从皇上转身看着保罗的姿势上可以看出皇室的傲慢来。“我相信我的全体随员已经置于你公爵诺言的保护之下。”他说。 “我仅仅是想得到一些消息，”保罗说，“我希望知道，哈可宁人是否是你的正式随员，是否有一名哈可宁人因胆怯而躲藏在你们之中。” 皇上微笑着说：“任何被纳入皇帝陪同的人，都是我的随从人员。” “你可以享有一位公爵的诺言，”保罗说，“但是，摩亚迪则是另外一回事。他也许不承认你对随从人员的组成所下的定义。我的朋友哥尼·哈莱克想要杀死一名哈可宁人。如果他……” “仇杀！”菲得·罗斯高声叫道。他挤压在长矛屏障上。“你父亲称这为仇杀，阿特雷兹。你称我为胆小鬼，而你却躲在女人中间，让你的仆人来与我决斗。” 老真言师小声说了一些激烈的话，这些激烈言辞钻入了皇帝的耳朵，但他把她推到一边，说：“仇杀，是吗？仇杀必须要遵守严格的规则。” “保罗，结束这件事。”杰西卡说。 “阁下，你答应过我，让我有机会与哈可宁人决斗。” “你已经有了那个机会。”保罗说。他感到一种滑稽的放纵说服了他的情感。他脱下长袍，取下头罩，把它和他的腰带，以及他的啸刃刀一起交给他母亲，开始脱下他的滤析服。他顿时感到宇宙的焦点集中到这一时刻。 “你没有必要这样做，”杰西卡说，“还有更容易的解决办法，保罗。” 保罗脱下滤析服，从他母亲手中的刀鞘里抽出啸刃刀，说道：“我知道，下毒、暗杀，以及所有的家族古老的方式。” “你答应过我，让我亲手杀死哈可宁人。”哥尼低声说道。保罗从那人脸上看出了愤怒，紫色伤疤隆起，变成了黑色。“你欠我的，阁下！” “你在他们那里受到的苦难比我多吗？”保罗问。 “我的妹妹，”哥尼厉声说，“以及我在奴隶监狱中所度过的那些年代……” “我的父亲，”保罗说，“我的好朋友和同伴萨菲·哈瓦特、邓肯·伊达荷，以及我度过的没有地位、没有援助的逃难生涯的那些年……还有一件事：这是仇杀。你和我一样清楚那些必须遵守的规则。” 哥尼·哈克莱双肩下沉。“阁下，如果那个猪……他不过是你的踏脚，给你垫鞋的野兽，因为它已受到污染。叫一个刽子手来，如果你一定要这样做的话，或者让我来干。你不必亲自……” “摩亚迪没有必要亲自去干。”契尼说。 他瞧着她，看见她眼中流露出为他而感到的害怕，他说：“可是，保罗公爵必须这样做。” “这是一个哈可宁畜牲！”哥尼粗声说。 保罗在是否要表露出自己的哈可宁血统上犹豫不决。他看了看他母亲，看到她脸上严厉的表情，说道：“但是，这个生物具有人的形状，哥尼。因此值得人们提出疑问。” 哥尼说：“如果他……” “请站到一边去。”保罗说。他举起啸刃刀，把哥尼往旁边一推。 “哥尼，”杰西卡说，她碰了一下哥尼的手臂，“在这点上他像他的祖父。不要分散他的精力。伟大的圣母！多么大的讽刺啊！” 皇上看着菲得·罗斯，他膀粗腰圆，肌肉成块。他又转身看着保罗——一个多筋细长的年轻人，但又不像阿拉凯恩土著人那样干瘦，肋骨清晰可见，腹部内陷，因此可以清楚地看到皮肤下面肌肉的运动。 杰西卡走近保罗，用只有他才能听见的声音说：“儿子，还有一件事。有时对比·吉斯特训练中出现的某个危险人物，可以使用高兴——痛苦的方法，将某个字植入他心灵的最深处。最常用的字音是'友罗西诺'。如果此人是用这个方法训练出来的话，如我猜想的那样，你在他耳边发出那个字音，他就会肌肉松弛，并且……” “我不需要特殊照顾，”保罗说，“退回原处，不要挡我的路。” 哥尼问她：“他为什么要这样做？他认为自杀会被杀死，去当殉难者吗？这个弗雷曼宗教的废话，就是使他理智不清的东西。” 杰西卡双手蒙住脸，她并不完全清楚保罗为什么要这样做。她能感觉到厅中的死亡气氛，并且也知道，发生了变化的保罗有能力处理哥尼·哈莱克提出来的问题。她内部的每一点智能都集中在保护儿子的需要上，然而此时她却什么也不能做。 “是这个宗教废话吗？”哥尼再三追问。 “别说话，”杰西卡小声说，“祈祷吧！” 皇上脸上突然露出了笑容。“如果菲得·罗斯。哈可宁……我随从中的……有如此希望，”他说，“我将解除对他的所有限制，给他自由，让他选择自己的道路。”皇上朝保罗的弗雷曼敢死队护卫挥了挥手：“你们这些兔崽子中的哪一个来替我拿着皮带和刀。如果菲得·罗斯愿意的话，他可以用我的刀与你决斗。” “我愿意。”菲得·罗斯说。保罗看到他露出洋洋得意的样子。 他过于自信，保罗想，有一点我可以接受的好处。 “拿着皇上的刀。”保罗说。在卫兵执行他的命令时，他静静地观察着。“把它放在地上。”他用脚指出一个地方，“让皇上的那些兔崽子靠墙站着，让那个哈可宁站到中间的空地上。” 卫兵们立即执行保罗的命令：一阵袍服抖动和脚擦着地板的声音，以及低低的命令和抗议的声音。那两个吉尔德人仍然站在通讯设备附近，他们皱着眉头，显然还未做出决定。 他们习惯于看见未来，保罗想，在这个地方和这个时候他们是瞎子……甚至我也是这样。他品尝着时间风，感觉到了混乱与现在集合在这时间地点上的风暴的关系。即使细微的裂缝现在也关闭了。他知道，这里存在着未出世的宗教复仇战争，也存在着他曾经当做他自己可怕目的的种族意识。同时也有足够的理由产生出一位科维扎基·哈得那奇，或一位李桑·阿·盖布，或比·吉斯特计划的终止者。人类的种姓感到了它自己的潜伏期，意识到它本身已变得陈旧，现在它只需要经历混乱。在这混乱中，基因会进行杂交，产生出新的强壮的混合体，这样它才能生存下去。作为一个此时无意识的单一有机体，所有的人都活着，并正在经历某种能够越过任何障碍的狂热。 保罗看到他为改变这种现象最小的一个方面所进行的努力是多么地无用。他想到要反对自身的宗教复仇战争，但宗教复仇战争仍将存在。他的军团，即使没有他，也会愤怒地冲出阿拉吉斯。他们需要的仅仅是让他变成神话传说。他已经向他们指出了方向，给予他们控制必须依赖衰微香料才能生存的吉尔德人的方法。 失败的感觉占据着他的心灵。他看见菲得·罗斯已经脱去了破烂的军服，仅系着一条上面有一个信件盘的战斗用腰带。 这是高潮，保罗想，从这里开始，未来将会展开，乌云遮盖着荣誉。如果我战死，他们会说我为了我的精神可以领导他们而牺牲自己；如果我活着，他们会说，摩亚迪是战无不胜的。 “阿特雷兹准备好了吗？”菲得·罗斯叫道，使用的是古老仇杀决斗规则用语。 保罗决定用弗雷曼人的决斗方式来回答他：“但愿你的刀断成碎片！”他指着地板上皇上的刀，暗示菲得·罗斯可以上前拿起它。 菲得·罗斯一边看着保罗，一边拾起刀，在手中掂量了一会儿，以便习惯它。他心中感到兴奋。这是他梦寐以求的战斗，一场没有屏蔽干扰、人对人、技巧对技巧的战斗。他能看见出现在他面前的权力之路，皇上肯定会奖励任何一个杀死这制造麻烦的公爵的人。奖赏可能就是那漂亮女人和对皇位的分享。这个土包子公爵，一个落后世界的冒险者，不可能是受过各种设备和各种计谋训练出来的，经过上千次战斗，富于战斗经验的哈可宁人的对手。这个土包子也无法知道，他面对的不仅仅是一把刀。 让我们看看你是否能抵抗毒药！Phyd Ross thought.他用皇上的刀向保罗致敬，说：“让你去死，傻子。” “我们可以开始吗，表兄？”保罗问。他猫着腰前行，眼睛盯着菲得·罗斯手中的刀。他下蹲着，乳白色光芒耀眼的啸刃刀指着前面，好像伸长的手臂。 他们赤脚在地板上滑行，相互绕着圈子，对视着，寻找着对方的空隙。 “你舞跳得真美！”菲得·罗斯说。 他是一个爱说话的人，保罗想，又一个弱点，他在平静中变得有点不安了。 “你发抖了？”菲得·罗斯说。 保罗仍然静静地围着他绕圈子。 老圣母从皇上随从的缝隙中观看着两人的决斗，感觉到自己在发抖。那个阿特雷兹青年把这个哈可宁人叫做表兄，说明他知道了他们有着共同的祖先。容易理解，因为他是科维扎基·哈得那奇。保罗的话迫使她集中思想来考虑与她有关的惟一一件事。 这对比·吉斯特生育计划来说，可能是一次大灾难。 她在这里看到了保罗看到的东西，菲得·罗斯也许杀人，但不会是胜利者。然而另一种想法几乎使她完全崩溃。这个长期而花费巨大的计划的两个最后产物，在这次决斗中都相互面临着他自己的死亡。如果两人都在决斗中死亡，那就只留下菲得·罗斯的私生女，她还是一个婴儿，一个未知的、不可预测的因素；另一个就是阿丽娅，一个令人讨厌的人。 “也许你只懂得异教徒的习惯，”菲得·罗斯说，“你是否要皇上的真言师为你的灵魂上路准备祈祷？” 保罗笑着，往右边绕着圈，警惕着。这时需要压制住他黑色的思想。 菲得·罗斯跳跃着，右手用力砍下去。但是在这个假动作中，刀换到了他的左手。 保罗轻快地避开了菲得·罗斯的一击，看出他在把刀往前一送时，因受到屏蔽控制而动作迟缓。可是他并不像保罗看到过的其他受屏蔽控制的人那样。他意识到菲得·罗斯以前一直在与未穿屏蔽的仇敌交战。 “难道阿特雷兹人只是跑来跑去，而不停下来与人交战？” 保罗再次默默地绕着菲得·罗斯转。伊达荷的话突然在他耳边响起。很久以前，在卡拉丹的训练场上，伊达荷说：“开始时，用一段时间来试探，你也许会失去许多迅速取得胜利的机会。但是，研究对方的时间是你赢得胜利的保证。不慌不忙，确信你能取胜。” “你也许认为这种舞蹈会延长你的生命几分钟，”菲得·罗斯说，“那么，好吧。”他停了下来，身体站直。 第一回合，保罗已看够了。菲得·罗斯这时转到左边，露出右臀部，好像是用他的战斗腰带来保护整个侧面。这是一个受到对付屏蔽训练的人双手拿刀的动作。 或者——保罗暗想——腰带不只是它看起来的那个样子。 这个哈可宁人似乎对打败这个领导战胜萨多卡军团的人十分有信心。 保罗愣了一下。菲得·罗斯注意到了，说：“为什么要延长不可避免的事情？你只不过是个肮脏的家伙，你妨碍了我施行我应有的权力。” 如果是一次急刺，保罗想，那一定是一次很狡猾的攻击。腰带并没有显出反弹的迹象。 “你为什么不说话？”菲得·罗斯问。 保罗又绕起试探性的圈子，对菲得·罗斯表露出的不安报以冷笑。沉默对他产生的压力明显地在逐渐增加。 “你终于笑了，嗯？”菲得·罗斯说。还没有说完他便跳了起来。 期待着的那一愣终于出现，菲得·罗斯猛地举刀下劈。保罗差点就没有躲过那一刀，感觉到刀尖划破了他的左臂。他忍住突然的疼痛，同时也意识到，早些时候使他产生犹豫的是一个假动作。他想到这是一个超过他预料的对手，诡计中一定还有诡计。 “你的萨菲·哈瓦特在技艺上给了我一些指点，”菲得·罗斯说，“他给了我第一滴血。很不幸的是，那个老傻瓜没有活到看见它的时候。” 保罗想起伊达荷曾经说过：“期待仅仅在战斗中发生的事，你不会永远感到惊讶。” 两人又绕起圈子来，下蹲着，都异常谨慎。 保罗看见对方又洋洋得意起来，因而感到惊讶。难道一道划伤就那么重要？除非刀刃上涂有毒！how can that be possible?他自己的人拿过这把刀，并在把它交给对方之前已检查过。他们受到过极好的训练，像那样明显的东西是逃不过他们眼睛的。 “那边那个你与她谈过话的女人，”菲得·罗斯说，“小的那人。她对你来说是一个特别的人吗？也许是一个你宠爱的女人。她要不要得到我特别关注？” 保罗仍然保持着沉默，使用内部意识探测着，检查着伤口流出来的血，发现来自皇上的刀上有安眠药的痕迹。他立即改变自己的新陈代谢功能，来对抗这种安眠药，改变它的分子结构。他疑惑不解，他们在刀上涂了药，仅仅是一种安眠药，而药物检查人却没有发现。这药的效力足够强，可以减小接触到它的肌肉的运动。他的敌人有他们自己计划中的计划，而且他们的计划都十分阴险狡猾。 菲得·罗斯再次跳起来，刺刀过来。 保罗脸上露出冷笑，假装动作迟缓，好像安眠药在他身上发生了效力。但是在最后的刹那间，他闪身避开，用啸刀刀尖去迎那劈下来的手臂。 菲得·罗斯往旁边一跃，跳出圈子。他跑到一边，把刀递到左手，检查着伤口。他双颊微微有点发白，保罗刺伤他的地方有一些酸性疼痛。 让他产生疑惑，让他怀疑中毒了，保罗想。 “阴险！”菲得·罗斯大声喊道，“你给我下了毒！我确实感觉到我手臂中了毒！” 保罗终于打破沉默，说：“仅仅一点点酸性麻药，只不过是对皇上刀上催眠药的回敬。” 菲得·罗斯针对保罗发出的冷笑，举起左手的刀，做了一个讽刺的敬礼姿式，他的双眼在刀的后面闪出愤怒的火焰。 保罗也把刀换到左手，与他的对手相对称。他们又绕起圈子，相互试探着。 菲得·罗斯开始使他们之间的空间缩小。他侧着身子往圈内移动，刀高高举起，眼睛眨着，牙关紧咬，表明他已愤怒到极点。他向左向下佯攻两下，凑近保罗的身子。他们扭在了一起，各自拿刀的手被对方抓住，相互用力撕扯着。 保罗提防着菲得·罗斯右边的臀部，他怀疑那里是毒刺发射的地方。他强行转到右边，几乎没有看见腰带下面伸出来的毒针。 要不是菲得·罗斯换位一送的动作提醒他，那颗小小的毒针就刺入了他的肌肤。 毒针在左边臀部上！ 阴险中的阴险中的阴险，保罗提醒自己。他那受过比·吉斯特训练的肌肉向一边倾斜，受到菲得·罗斯的反击。为了避免被对方屁股上的小针刺着，保罗失去了平衡，重重地摔倒在地上，菲得·罗斯压在了他的身上。 “你看到了我屁股上的毒针，”菲得·罗斯小声说，“你的死期到了，傻瓜！”他开始扭动着屁股，迫使毒针离保罗身体越来越近。 “它会使你肌肉停止运动，然后我将用刀杀死你，决不会有任何痕迹留下来，查也查不到！” 保罗用力抵抗着，他的大脑中无声地尖叫着。他那同属种类细胞的祖先要求他使用密语，使菲得·罗斯动作缓慢，拯救自己。 “我决不说密语！”保罗喘着气说。 菲得·罗斯目瞪口呆地看着他，显出一丝的迟缓。这足以使保罗有时间发现对方腿上肌肉某处平衡的弱点。保罗稍一用力，他们的位置便颠倒过来，菲得·罗斯部分身体躺到了地上，被压在下面。他右边臀部高高抬起，不能转动，小小的毒针就插在他身体下面的地板上。 保罗借助手臂上血液的润滑作用，挣扎着抽出左手，重重地一下击在了菲得·罗斯的下颌上，毒针刚好刺入他的胸袋。菲得·罗斯抽动了一下，软软地倒在了地板上。由于地板上的毒针，他的身子仍然侧躺着。 保罗深深地呼吸着，逐渐恢复了镇静。他撑着站了起来，站在尸体旁边，手里拿着刀。 他极其缓慢地抬起头来，望着房间对面的皇上。 “陛下，”保罗说，“你又少了一份力量。我们现在该脱去伪装，来讨论一下该怎么办，好吗？你的女儿和我举行婚礼，以此为一位阿特雷兹人登上皇位开辟道路。” 皇上转过身去，看着芬伦伯爵。伯爵迎着他凝视的目光——灰眼睛对视着绿眼睛。他们都很清楚对方的想法，因为他们合作了很长的时间，相互一瞥就能知道对方的意思。 为我杀死这个令人不安的家伙，皇上在说，这个阿特雷兹人年轻有力，但是长时间的苦斗他也累了。无论如何他也不是你的对手。现在向他挑战……你知道挑战的方式。Kill him. 芬伦慢慢地移动着他的头，过了很长时间才转过头来，面对着保罗。 “去挑战他！”皇上低声说。 伯爵用他的玛哥特夫人按照比·吉斯特训练方式训练出来的眼睛看着保罗，感觉到这个阿特雷兹青年的神秘和隐藏在内心的崇高精神。 我能杀死他，芬伦想。他知道这是事实。 但是，他自己秘密的内心深处有某个东西遏制着他。他随随便便地瞥了一眼保罗，他比保罗具有优势——能以某种方式把某事瞒过年轻人。他是一个鬼鬼祟祟的人，没有人能看透他的心思。 根据时间滚动联系的方式，保罗了解到一些有关他的情况，终于明白了在预知网络中他从未见过芬伦的原因。芬伦是一个潜在的危险人物，他差一点就成为科维扎基·哈得那奇。他由于基因模式的一点瑕疵而失去了活力，成为一个阉人。他的才能在于做事鬼鬼祟祟和内心的娴静。保罗对伯爵怀着深深的同情，有着他从来没有过的兄弟般的感情。 芬伦阅读着保罗的情感，说：“陛下，我必须拒绝你的命令。” 萨达姆四世勃然大怒，疾走两步冲过人群，重重一拳打在芬伦的脸上。 芬伦脸上立即乌肿起来，他直视着皇上，慢条斯理地说：“我们一直是朋友，陛下。你现在做的事不够朋友，我将忘记你打了我。” 保罗清了一下嗓子，说：“我们在谈论皇位的问题，陛下。” 皇上急转身，瞪着保罗。“我现在是皇上。” “你将到萨鲁斯·塞康达斯去当皇帝！”保罗吼道。 “我放下武器到这里来，是因为你说话的约束力，”皇上高声叫道，“你胆敢威胁……” “你的人在我面前是安全的，”保罗说，“一位阿特雷兹人保证过。但是摩亚迪判处你流刑，把你流放到你的监狱星球。不要害怕，陛下，我将按我的意思，尽全力来改善那里的艰苦环境，使它变成一个乐园，充满温和良善。” 当皇上听懂了保罗话中隐含的意思时，他瞪大眼睛看着保罗。 “现在，我明白了你的真实意图。”他冷笑着说。 “是这样。”保罗说。 “那么，阿拉吉斯又怎么样呢？”皇上问，“另一个充满祥和良善的乐园？” “弗雷曼人得到摩亚迪的承诺，”保罗说，“在阿拉吉斯的土地上，将会有流动的水和物产丰富的绿洲。也要有衰微香料，因此在阿拉吉斯总会有沙漠存在……还有狂风，以及使人变得强健的灾难。我们弗雷曼人有句名言：'为了训练忠诚，上帝创造了阿拉吉斯。'一个人不能违背上帝的旨意。” 老真言师，圣母凯斯·海伦·莫希阿姆对保罗话中隐含的意思有她自己的看法。她看到了宗教复仇战争，急忙说：“你不能将这些人释放到宇宙中去。” “你应该想到过去萨多卡人的温和和善良。”保罗喝道。 “你不能。”她小声说道。 “你是一位真言师，”保罗说，“你应该对你说的话进行反思。” 他瞟眼看看皇室公主，回过头来对皇上说：“你最好尽快办完此事，陛下。” 皇上转过身去，严厉地看着他的女儿。她拉着他的手臂，温驯地说：“我受过这方面的训练，父亲。” 他深深地吸了一口气。 “你不能阻止这件事。”老真言师喃喃地说。 皇上挺直腰，直挺挺地站着，露出一副还为人们记得的尊严，问：“谁将代你来进行谈判，我的亲戚？” 保罗转身，看见他母亲眼睛紧闭，与契尼一起站在一小队弗雷曼敢死队卫兵中间。他走到他们面前，眼睛看着契尼。 “我知道你这样做的理由，”契尼小声说，“如果我必须……友索。” 保罗看到她说话时在暗暗流泪，便抚摸着她的脸颊。“我的塞哈亚不需要怕任何东西，永远不需害怕。”他小声说，放下手臂，面对着他母亲。“你将代表我去进行谈判，母亲。带上契尼，她聪明，眼光锐利。人们常说，没有人比弗雷曼人更会讨价还价。她会用爱我的眼睛去观察，去考虑她未来的儿子们，考虑他们的需要。听她的建议。” 杰西卡觉得她儿子的要求苛刻，打了一个冷战。她问：“你有什么指示？” “皇上整个宇宙联合开发公司的财产作为嫁妆。”他说。 “全部？”她感到震惊，几乎说不出话来。 “他应该接受掠夺。我想为哥尼·哈莱克争到伯爵爵位和宇宙联合开发公司董事的职位。还要给他在卡拉丹的封地。每一个幸存的阿特雷兹人都将得到封赏，地位最低的士兵也不例外。” “弗雷曼人怎么办？”杰西卡问。 “弗雷曼是我的，”保罗说，“他们接受什么将由摩亚迪来分配。那将是以斯第尔格担任阿拉吉斯总督开始，但是，这可以等一等。” “那么，我呢？”杰西卡问。 “你希望得到什么？” “也许是卡拉丹，”她说，看着哥尼，“我还不能肯定。我已经变得更像一个弗雷曼人……我还是一个圣母。我需要有一段安静的时间来考虑。” “你将会得到它，”保罗说，“哥尼和我都愿意给予你任何东西。” 杰西卡点点头，突然感到苍老和疲倦。她看着契尼：“还有皇室的爱妾？” “我不要封号，”契尼小声说，“我什么都不要。我乞求你。” 保罗低下头看着她的眼睛，突然想起她怀抱小雷多站着的样子。他们的孩子在这次暴力行动中丧生。 “我现在向你发誓，”他小声说，“你将不需要封号。那边的那个女人将是我的妻子，你只是一个小妾，因为这是政治上的需要，我们必须和平解决这次事件，得到兰兹拉德各大家族的支持。我们必须遵守这些形式。然而那个公主除了我的名字外，不会再拥有我的其他一切，不会有我的孩子，不会得到我的抚摸，也不会拥有我温柔的目光，更不会有我一刻的需求。” “你现在是这样说。”契尼说。她望着大厅那一边那个高个子公主。 “你对我儿子了解得太少了，”杰西卡小声说，“看一看站在那里的那位公主，多么傲慢，多么自信。他们说她有自命不凡的文学气质。我们希望她从这些东西中去找到安慰，她将不会得到其他更多的东西。”杰西卡发出痛苦的笑声：“想一想吧，契尼：那个公主有名声，可是她将过着不如小妾的生活，永远也得不到她属于的男人的一丝温柔。而我们，契尼，具有小妾名分的我们，历史会把我们称为妻子。” 第一部完 弗兰克·赫伯特和他的《沙丘世界》 赫伯特的（Dune）系列，以荒漠的亚拉基斯星为背景，这就是沙丘世界。这几本厚厚巨册的作品，不只使赫伯特成为大师级的科幻小说家，同时由于他的生花妙笔，把这沙丘世界写得诩栩如生，这几个小说可以说是世界科幻小说中出类拔萃之作。 不安全和压力，是由于我们生存的世界充满了战争、怀疑和憎恨的结果。这种观念是最重要的主题。 系列小说规模十分庞大，是一套科幻小说的史诗。 的背