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s in the calmest of tones。 〃When God wills our success; it will happen。 We move according to His schedule; not our own; and not Prince Shaddam's。 That is the way of the universe。〃
Fenring's huge eyes flashed dangerously。 〃You realize how important this is? Not only to the future of House Corrino and the economy of the Imperium。。。but to your personal survival; as well?〃
〃Most certainly。〃 Ajidica did not react to the threat。 〃My people have learned the value of waiting。 An apple plucked too soon may be green and sour; but if one merely waits until it is ripe; then the fruit is sweet and delicious。 When perfected; the artificial spice will alter the entire power structure of the Imperium。 It is not possible to engineer such a substance overnight。〃
Fenring glowered。 〃We have been patient; but that cannot continue。〃
With a generous smile; Ajidica said; 〃If you wish; we can convene regular meetings to display our work and progress。 Such distractions; however; would only slow our experiments; our substance analyses; our settings。〃
〃No; keep on;〃 Fenring growled。
I've got the bastard where I want him; Ajidica thought; and he doesn't like it one bit。 Still; he had the distinct impression that this assassin would do away with him without a second thought。 Even now; despite the tightest security scans; Fenring no doubt carried a number of weapons concealed within his clothing; skin; and hair。
He will make the attempt as soon as I'm not needed; when Shaddam thinks he has everything he wants。
Hidar Fen Ajidica had his own concealed weapons; though。 He had set up contingency plans to deal with the most dangerous of outsiders。。。to ensure that the Tleilaxu remained in control at all times。
Our laboratories may indeed e up with a substitute for the spice; he thought。 But no powindah will ever learn how it is made。
Our timetable will achieve the stature of a natural phenomenon。 A planet's life is a vast; tightly interwoven fabric。 Vegetation and animal changes will be determined at first by the raw physical forces we manipulate。 As they establish themselves; though; our changes will bee controlling influences in their own right and we will have to deal with them; too。 Keep in mind; though; that we need control only three percent of the energy surface only three percent to tip the entire structure over into our self…sustaining system。
…PARDOT KYNES; Arrakis Dreams
When his son Liet was a year and a half old; Pardot Kynes and his wife embarked on a journey into the desert。 They dressed their silent child in a custom…fitted stillsuit and robes to shield his skin against the sun and the heat。
Kynes was delighted to spend time with his family; to show them what he had acplished in the transformation of Dune。 His entire life rested on sharing his dreams。
His three apprentices; Stilgar; Turok; and Ommun; had tried to insist on going along to protect and guide him; but Kynes would hear none of it。 〃I've spent more years alone in the wilderness than any of you have been alive。 I can handle a few days' sojourn with my family。〃 He made a shooing gesture with his hands。 〃Besides; haven't I given you enough work to do or shall I find additional tasks?〃
〃If you have more for us to do;〃 Stilgar said; 〃we will gladly do it for you。〃
〃Just。。。just keep yourselves busy;〃 Kynes said; nonplussed; then set off on foot with Frieth and young Liet。 The baby rode one of the sietch's three kulons; a domesticated desert ass that had been brought to Dune by smugglers and prospectors。
The animal's water price was high; despite its inbred adaptation to a harsh; arid environment。 The Fremen had even developed a modified four…legged stillsuit for the beast; which saved some of the moisture the animal exuded。 But in such a contraption the kulon had difficulty moving in addition to the fact that it looked ridiculous and Kynes decided not to bother with such extreme measures。 This required taking extra water on the journey; which the animal carried in literjons attached to its back。
In the shadow of morning; the tall; bearded Kynes led his small party up a winding thread that only a Fremen would have called a path。 His eyes; like Frieth's; were the blue of the Ibad。 The desert ass picked its way up the precipitous slope; but made no sound of plaint。 Kynes didn't mind walking; he had done so for much of his life; during his years of ecological study on Salusa Secundus and Bela Tegeuse。 His muscles rippled; whipcord…tough。 Besides; when he went on foot he could keep his eyes focused more on the pebbles and varying grains of sand beneath his boots than on the distant mountains or the sweltering sun。
Eager to please her husband; Frieth turned her attention every time Kynes pointed out a rock formation; studied a spot of ground for its position; or assessed sheltered crannies as possible sites for planting future vegetation。 After a time of uncertainty; she also pointed things out to him。 〃A Fremen's greatest strength is in observation;〃 Frieth said; as if quoting an old proverb for him。 〃The more we observe; the more we know。 Such knowledge gives us power; especially when others fail to see。〃
〃Interesting。〃 Kynes knew little about his Fremen wife's background。 He'd been too busy to ask her for many details about her childhood and her own passions; but she didn't seem in the least offended by his preoccupation with the terraforming work。 In Fremen culture; husbands and wives lived in different worlds connected by only a few narrow and fragile bridges。
Kynes knew; however; that Fremen women had a reputation as ferocious fighters deadly on the battlefield and feared above even Imperial soldiers in one…on…one bat。 So far; he had managed to avoid uncovering Frieth's vicious streak; and he hoped never to see it for himself。 Fiercely loyal; she would make as formidable a foe as she did a friend。
As he trudged along; a small piece of vegetation caught his eye。 Halting the kulon behind him; he knelt to inspect the small; pale green plant that grew in a shaded niche where dust and sand had collected。 He recognized the specimen as a rare root plant and brushed the dust from its tiny waxy leaves。
〃Look here; Frieth;〃 he said; like a teacher; his eyes shining。 〃Marvelously tenacious。〃
Frieth nodded。 〃We have dug those roots in times of need。 It is said a single tuber can yield half a liter of water; enough for a person to survive for several days。〃
Kynes wondered how much desert knowledge Stilgar's sister held within her Fremen mind; until now she had shared virtually none of it with him。 It was his own fault; he told himself; for not paying enough attention to her。
Eager to eat the fresh leaves of the struggling plant; the kulon lowered its muzzle to the ground; nostrils flaring as it sniffed。 But Kynes nudged it away。 〃That plant is too important to be a snack for you。〃
He scanned the ground; intent on finding other tubers; but noticed none in the immediate vicinity。 From what he had learned; these plants were native to Dune; survivors of whatever cataclysm had drained or diverted the moisture from this world。
The travelers took a short break to feed their child。 As Frieth set up a shade…floater on a ledge; Kynes recalled the work of recent months and the tremendous progress he and his people had already made as they began their centuries…long project。
Dune had once been a botanical testing station; an isolated outpost with a few sample plantings placed centuries ago in the days of Imperial expansion。 This had been done even before the prescient and geriatric properties of melange were discovered。。。back when this world had been a desert hellhole with no discernible use。 But the botanical stations had been abandoned; the sparse plantings as well as animal and insect life…forms were left to fare as best they could in the rough environment。
Many species had survived and diversified; demonstrating remarkable durability and adaptability。。。mutated sword grasses; cacti; and other arid…country vegetation。 Kynes had already arranged with smugglers to bring in cargoes of the most promising seeds and embryos。 Fremen workers then set about sowing the sands and spreading the precious seeds; each one a vital kernel of li