bh.houseatreides-第54部分
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bted their families would ever agree to a match； so it was unlikely that there could be any future in it。
If C'tair joined the Guild； his duties would take him far from Ix and the underground metropolis he loved so well。 If he became a Navigator； so many things would change。。。。
They arrived in front of the embassy reception chamber； half an hour early。 D'murr paced beside his anxious brother； who was entranced and nonmunicative； as if pletely focused on his thoughts and desires。 Though the two young men looked identical； D'murr seemed so much stronger； so much more dedicated to the challenge； and C'tair struggled to emulate him。
Now； in the waiting area； he swallowed hard； repeating the words he and his brother had shared； like a mantra； in their quarters that morning。 I want to be a Navigator。 I want to join the Guild。 I want to leave Ix and sail the starlanes； my mind joined to the universe。
At seventeen； they both felt rather young to endure such a grueling selection process； one that would lock them permanently on a life； path； no matter what they might decide later on。 But the Guild wanted resilient and malleable minds inside bodies that had sufficiently matured。 Navigators who trained at young ages often proved to be the best performers； some even reaching the highest rank of Steersman。 Those candidates taken too early； however； could mutate into ghastly shapes fit only for menial tasks； the worst failures were euthanized。
〃Are you ready； brother？〃 D'murr asked。 C'tair drew strength and enthusiasm from his twin's confidence。
〃Absolutely；〃 he said。 〃We're going to be Navigators after today； you and I。〃
Fighting misgivings； C'tair reassured himself that he wanted this； it would be a great credit to his abilities； an honor for his family。。。but he could not remove the spectre of doubt that nagged at him。 In his heart he didn't want to leave Ix。 His father； the Ambassador； had instilled in both of his sons a deep appreciation for the underground engineering marvels； the innovations； and the technological acumen of this planet。 Ix was like no other world in the Imperium。
And； of course； if he left； Kailea would be forever lost to him as well。
When they were summoned forward deeper into the labyrinth of the embassy； the twins walked through the portal； side by side； feeling very alone。 They had no escorts； no one to cheer them to victory or console them if they failed。 Their father wasn't even present to offer his support； the Ambassador had recently been sent to Kaitain in preparation for another Landsraad submittee meeting。
That morning； as the ominous hour ticked closer and closer； C'tair and D'murr had sat at the breakfast table in the ambassadorial residence； picking over a selection of colored pastries while S'tina played a message their father had holo…recorded for them。 They'd had little appetite； but they listened to Cammar Pilru's words。 C'tair tried to hear some special hints or knowledge； anything he could use。 But the Ambassador's shimmering image merely gave them encouragement and platitudes； like echoes of a well…worn speech he had used many times in his diplomatic duties。
Then； after a final hug； their mother had stared at each of them before she hurried off to her daily duties at Guild Bank headquarters； a section of the drab building that now hung before them。 S'tina had wanted to be at her sons' side during the testing； but the Guild had forbidden it。 Navigator testing was an intensely private and personal matter。 Each of them had to do it by himself； relying on his abilities alone。 So their mother would be in her office； probably distracted； probably worried for them。
As S'tina said goodbye； she did manage to hide most of the horror and despair on her face。 C'tair had noticed the flicker； but D'murr had not。 He wondered what his mother had hidden from them during their preparations for the test。 Doesn't she want us to succeed？
Navigators were the stuff of legends； shrouded in secrecy and Guild…fostered superstitions。 C'tair had heard whispered rumors about bodily distortions； the damage that intense and constant immersion in spice could wreak upon a human physique。 No outsider had ever seen a Navigator； so how were those people to know what kind of changes might surge through the body of someone with such phenomenal mental abilities？ He and his brother had laughed at the silly speculations； convincing each other how outrageous such ideas could be。
But are they so outrageous？ What does Mother fear？
〃C'tair keep focused！ You look upset；〃 D'murr said。
C'tair's tone overflowed with sarcasm。 〃Upset？ Absolutely。 I wonder why！ We are about to take the biggest test of our lives； and no one knows how to study for it。 I'm worried we haven't prepared enough。〃
D'murr looked at him with intense concern； gripping his brother's arm。 〃Your nervousness may be your failing； brother。 A Navigator test isn't about studying。 It's about natural ability and the potential to expand our minds。 We'll have to pass safely through the void。 Now it's your turn to remember what old Davee Rogo told us： You can only be successful if you let your mind go beyond the boundaries that other people have set for themselves。 C'tair； open up your imagination and go beyond the boundary with me。〃
His brother's confidence seemed unshakable； and C'tair had no choice but to nod。 Davee Rogo until this morning； he hadn't thought about the crippled and eccentric Ixian inventor in years。 When they'd been ten； the twins had met the famous innovator Rogo。 Their father had introduced them； imaged holograms of them with the man for the ambassadorial scrapbook shelf； then fluttered off to meet other important people。 The two boys； though； had continued talking with the inventor； and he had invited them to visit his laboratory。 For two years afterward； Rogo had set himself up as an offbeat mentor to C'tair and D'murr； until his death。 Now the twins had only Davee Rogo's advice to remember； and his confidence that they would succeed。
Rogo would be scolding me for my doubts now； C'tair thought。
〃Think about it； brother。 How does one practice for the job of moving huge ships from one star system to another in the wink of an eye？〃 To demonstrate； D'murr winked。 〃You'll pass。 We both will。 Get ready to swim in spice gas。〃
As they strode up to the embassy's inner reception desk； C'tair stared across the underground city of Vernii； beyond the glittering chains of glowglobes that illuminated the site where another Heighliner was already under construction。 Perhaps someday he would fly that very vessel。 Thinking of how the visiting Navigator had whisked the immense new Heighliner out of the cavern and into open space； the young man felt an infusion of desire。 He loved Ix； wanted to stay here； wanted to see Kailea one last time but he also wanted to be a Navigator。
The brothers identified themselves and waited。 They stood together at the flat marbleplaz counter in silence； each brooding with personal thoughts； as if a trance might increase their chances of succeeding。 I will keep my mind pletely open； ready for anything。
A shapely female testing proctor appeared in a loose gray suit。 The Guild's infinity symbol was stitched on her lapel； but she wore no jewelry or other ornamentation。 〃Wele；〃 she said； without introducing herself。 〃The Guild seeks the finest talent because our work is the most important。 Without us； without space travel； the fabric of the Imperium would unravel。 Think on that； and you will realize how selective we must be。〃
She did not smile at all。 Her hair was reddish brown and close…cropped； C'tair would have found her attractive at any other time； but now he could think of nothing beyond the impending examination。
Checking their identification yet again； the proctor escorted the brothers to isolated； separate testing chambers。 〃This is an individual test； and each of you must face it alone。 There is no way you can cheat； or even help each other；〃 she said。
Alarmed at being separated； C'tair and D'murr looked at each other； then silently wished the other luck。
THE CHAMBER DOOR closed behind D'murr with a loud and frightening slam。 His ears popped from the difference in air pressur
