fh.godemperorofdune-第33部分

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　Leto　heard　'thopters　ing；　saw　the　glint　of　sunlight　on　their　wings　and　rotors　and；　when　he　focused　intently；　made　out　the　fresh　canopy　for　his　cart　slung　beneath　one　of　them。
　〃Have　this　damaged　canopy　returned　to　the　Citadel　and　restored；〃　Leto　said；　still　peering　at　the　approaching　'thopters。　〃If　questions　are　asked；　tell　the　artisans　to　say　that　it's　just　routine；　another　canopy　scratched　by　blown　sand。〃
　Moneo　sighed。　〃Yes；　Lord。　It　will　be　done　as　you　say。〃
　〃e；　Moneo；　cheer　up；〃　Leto　said。　〃Walk　beside　me　as　we　continue。〃　Turning　to　Idaho；　Leto　said；　〃Take　some　of　the　guards　and　scout　ahead。〃
　〃Do　you　think　there'll　be　another　attack'？〃　Idaho　asked。
　〃No；　but　it'll　give　the　guards　something　to　do。　And　get　a　fresh　uniform。　I　don't　want　you　wearing　something　that　has　been　contaminated　by　the　dirty　Tleilaxu…〃
　Idaho　moved　off　in　obedience。
　Leto　signaled　Moneo　to　e　closer；　closer。　When　Moneo　was　bending　into　the　cart；　face　less　than　a　meter　from　Leto's；　Leto　pitched　his　voice　low　and　said：
　〃There　is　a　special　lesson　here　for　you；　Moneo。〃
　〃Lord；　I　know　I　should　have　suspected　the　Face。　。　。〃
　〃Not　the　Face　Dancers！　It　is　a　lesson　for　your　daughter。〃
　〃Siona？　What　could　she。　。　。〃
　〃Tell　her　this：　In　a　fragile　way；　she　is　like　that　force　within　me　which　acts　without　knowing。　Because　of　her；　I　remember　what　it　was　to　be　human。　。　。　and　to　love。〃
　Moneo　stared　at　Leto　without　prehension。
　〃Simply　give　her　the　message；〃　Leto　said。　〃You　needn't　try　to　understand　it。　Merely　tell　her　my　words。〃
　Moneo　withdrew。　〃As　my　Lord　mands。〃
　Leto　closed　the　bubble　canopy；　making　a　single　unit　of　the　entire　cover　for　the　approaching　crews　on　the　'thopters　to　replace。
　Moneo　turned　and　glanced　around　at　the　people　waiting　on　the　flat　area　of　the　viewpoint。　He　noted　then　a　thing　he　had　not　observed　earlier；　a　thing　revealed　by　the　disarray　which　some　of　the　people　had　not　yet　repaired。　Some　of　the　courtiers　had　fitted　themselves　with　delicate　devices　to　assist　their　hearing。　They　had　been　eavesdropping。　And　such　devices　could　only　e　from　Ix。
　I　will　warn　the　Duncan　and　the　Guard；　Moneo　thought。
　Somehow；　he　thought　of　this　discovery　as　a　symptom　of　rot。　How　could　they　prohibit　such　things　when　most　of　the　courtiers　and　the　Fish　Speakers　either　knew　or　suspected　that　the　God　Emperor　traded　with　Ix　for　forbidden　machines。
　
　I　am　beginning　to　hate　water。　The　sandtrout　skin　which　impels　my　metamorphosis　has　learned　the　sensitivities　of　the　worm。　Moneo　and　many　of　my　guards　know　my　aversion；　Only　Moneo　suspects　the　truth；　that　this　marks　an　important　waypoint。　I　can　feel　my　ending　in　it；　not　soon　as　Moneo　measures　time；　but　soon　enough　as　I　endure　it。　Sandtrout　swarmed　to　water　in　the　Dune　days；　a　problem　during　the　early　stages　of　our　symbiosis。　The　enforcement　of　my　will　power　controlled　the　urge　then；　and　until　we　reached　a　time　of　balance。　Now；　I　must　avoid　water　because　there　are　no　other　sandtrout；　only　the　half　dormant　creatures　of　my　skin。　Without　sandtrout　to　bring　this　world　back　to　desert；　Shai…Hulud　will　not　emerge；　the　sandworm　cannot　evolve　until　the　land　is　parched。　I　am　their　only　hope。
　…The　Stolen　Journals
　IT　WAS　midafternoon　before　the　Royal　Entourage　came　down　the　final　slope　into　the　precincts　of　the　Festival　City。　Throngs　lined　the　streets　to　greet　them；　held　back　by　tight　lines　of　ursine　Fish　Speakers　in　uniforms　of　Atreides　green；　their　stunclubs　crossed　and　linked。
　As　the　Royal　party　approached；　a　bedlam　of　shouts　erupted　from　the　crowd。　Then　the　Fish　Speaker　guardians　began　to　chant：
　〃Siaynoq！　Siaynoq！　Siaynoq！〃
　As　it　echoed　back　and　forth　between　the　high　buildings；　the　chanted　word　had　a　strange　effect　on　the　crowd　which　was　not　initiated　into　the　meanings　of　it。　A　wave　of　silence　swept　up　the　thronged　avenues　while　the　guardians　continued　to　chant。　People　stared　in　awe　at　the　women　armed　with　stunclubs　who　guarded　the　Royal　passage；　the　women　who　chanted　while　they　fixed　their　gaze　on　the　face　of　their　passing　Lord。
　Idaho；　marching　with　the　Fish　Speaker　guards　behind　the　Royal　Cart；　heard　the　chant　for　the　first　time　and　felt　the　hair　on　the　back　of　his　neck　rise。
　Moneo　marched　beside　the　cart；　not　looking　left　or　right。　He　had　once　asked　Leto　the　meaning　of　the　word。
　〃I　give　the　Fish　Speakers　only　one　ritual；〃　Leto　had　said。　They　had　been　in　the　God　Emperor's　audience　chamber　beneath　Onn's　central　plaza　at　the　time；　with　Moneo　fatigued　after　a　long　day　of　directing　the　flow　of　dignitaries　who　crowded　the　city　for　Decennial　festivities。
　〃What　has　the　chanting　of　that　word　to　do　with　it；　Lord？〃
　〃The　ritual　is　called　Siaynoq…the　Feast　of　Leto。　It　is　the　adoration　of　my　person　in　my　presence。〃
　〃An　ancient　ritual；　Lord？〃
　〃It　was　with　the　Fremen　before　they　were　Fremen。　But　the　keys　to　the　Festival　secrets　died　with　the　old　ones。　Only　I　remember　them　now。　I　recreate　the　Festival　in　my　own　likeness　and　for　my　own　ends。〃
　〃Then　the　Museum　Fremen　do　not　use　this　ritual？〃
　〃Never。　It　is　mine　and　mine　alone。　I　claim　eternal　right　to　it　because　I　am　that　ritual。〃
　〃It　is　a　strange　word；　Lord。　I　have　never　heard　its　like。〃
　〃It　has　many　meanings；　Moneo。　If　I　tell　them　to　you；　will　you　hold　them　secret？〃
　〃My　Lord　mands！〃
　〃Never　share　this　with　another　nor　reveal　to　the　Fish　Speakers　what　I　tell　you　now。〃
　〃I　swear　it；　Lord。〃
　〃Very　well。　Siaynoq　means　giving　honor　to　one　who　speaks　with　sincerity。　It　signifies　the　remembrance　of　things　which　are　spoken　with　sincerity。〃
　〃But；　Lord；　doesn't　sincerity　really　mean　that　the　speaker　believes。。。has　faith　in　what　is　said？〃
　〃Yes；　but　Siaynoq　also　contains　the　idea　of　light　as　that　which　reveals　reality。　You　continue　to　shine　light　on　what　you　see。〃
　〃Reality。　。　。　that　is　a　very　ambiguous　word；　Lord。〃
　〃Indeed！　But　Siaynoq　also　stands　for　fermentation　because　reality…or　the　belief　that　you　know　a　reality；　which　is　the　same　thing…always　sets　up　a　ferment　in　the　universe。〃
　〃All　of　that　in　a　single　word；　Lord？〃
　〃And　more！　Siaynoq　also　contains　the　summoning　to　prayer　and　the　name　of　the　Recording　Angel；　Sihaya；　who　interrogates　the　newly　dead。〃
　〃A　great　burden　for　one　word；　Lord。〃
　〃Words　can　carry　any　burden　we　wish。　All　that's　required　is　agreement　and　a　tradition　upon　which　to　build。〃
　〃Why　must　I　not　speak　of　this　to　the　Fish　Speakers；　Lord？〃
　〃Because　this　is　a　word　reserved　for　them。　They　resent　my　sharing　it　with　a　male。〃
　Moneo's　lips　pressed　into　a　thin　line　of　remembrance　as　he　marched　beside　the　Royal　Cart　into　the　Festival　City。　He　had　heard　the　Fish　Speakers　chant　the　God　Emperor　into　their　presence　many　times　since　that　first　explanation　and　had　even　added　his　own　meanings　to　the　strange　word。
　It　means　mystery　and　prestige。　It　means　power。　It　invokes　a　license　to　act　in　the　name　of　God。
　〃Siaynoq！　Siaynoq！　Siaynoq！〃
　The　word　had　a　sour　sound　in　Moneo's　ears。
　They　were　well　into　the　city；　almost　to　the　central　plaza。　Afternoon　sunlight　came　down　the　Royal　Road　behind　the　procession　to　illuminate　the　way。　It　gave　brilliance　to　the　citizenry's　colorful　costumes。　It　shone　on　the　upturned　faces　of　the　Fish　Speakers　lining　the　way。
　Marching　beside　the　cart　with　the　guards；　Idaho　put　down　a　first　alarm　as　the　chant　continued。　He　asked　one　of　the　Fish　Speakers　beside　him　about　it。
　〃It　is　not　a　word　for　men；〃　she　said。　〃But　sometimes　the　Lord　shares　Siaynoq　with　a　Duncan。〃
　A　Duncan！　He　had　asked　Leto　about　it　earlier　and　disliked　the　mysterious　evasions。
　〃You　will　learn　about　it　soon　enough。〃
　Idaho　relegated　the　chant　to　the　background　while　he　looked　around　him　with　a　tourist's　curiosity。　In　preparation　for　his　duties　as　Guard　mander；　Idaho　had　inquired　after　the　history　of　Onn；　finding　that　he　shared　Leto's　wry　amusement　in　the　fact　that　it　was　the　Idaho　River　flowing　nearby。
　They　had　been　in　one　of　the　large　open　rooms　of　the　Citadel　at　the　time；　an　airy　place　full　of　morning　light　and　with　wide　tables　upon　which　Fish　Speaker　archivists　had　spread　charts　of　the　Sareer　and　of　Onn。　Leto　had　wheeled　his　cart　onto　a　ramp　which　allowed　him　to　look　down　on　the　charts。　Idaho　stood　across　a　chart…littered　table　from　him　studying　the　plan　of　the　Festival