bh.houseatreides-第82部分

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D'murr　would　say。
　〃When　can　we　talk　again？〃　C'tair　asked。　The　apparatus　felt　dangerously　warm；　ready　to　break　down。　He　would　have　to　shut　it　off　soon。　D'murr　groaned　with　distant　pain；　but　gave　no　definite　response。
　Still；　even　knowing　his　brother's　disfort；　he　had　a　human　need　to　say　goodbye；　even　if　D'murr　no　longer　did。　〃Farewell；　for　now；　then。　I　miss　you。〃　As　he　spoke　the　long…overdue　words；　he　sensed　an　easing　of　his　own　pain　　odd；　in　a　way；　since　he　could　no　longer　be　sure　his　brother　understood　him　as　he　once　had。
　Feeling　guilty；　C'tair　broke　the　connection。　Then　he　sat　in　silence；　overwhelmed　by　conflicting　emotions：　joy　at　having　spoken　to　his　twin　again；　but　sadness　at　D'murr's　ambivalent　reactions。　How　much　had　his　brother　changed？
　D'murr　should　have　cared　about　the　death　of　their　mother　and　the　tragic　events　that　had　befallen　Ix。　A　Guild　Navigator's　position　affected　all　mankind。　Shouldn't　a　Navigator　be　more　caring；　more　protective　of　humanity？
　But　instead　the　young　man　seemed　to　have　severed　all　ties；　burned　all　bridges。　Was　D'murr　reflecting　Guild　philosophy；　or　had　he　bee　so　consumed　with　himself　and　his　new　abilities　that　he'd　turned　into　an　egomaniac？　Was　it　necessary　for　him　to　behave　that　way？　Had　D'murr　severed　all　contact　with　his　humanity？　No　way　to　tell　yet。
　C'tair　felt　as　if　he　had　lost　his　brother　all　over　again。
　He　removed　the　bioneutrino　machine　contacts　that　had　temporarily　expanded　his　mental　powers；　amplifying　his　thoughts　and　thus　enabling　him　to　municate　with　distant　Junction。　Suddenly　dizzy；　he　returned　to　his　shielded　bolt…hole　and　lay　down　on　the　narrow　cot。　Eyes　closed；　he　envisioned　the　universe　behind　his　lids；　wondering　what　it　must　be　like　for　his　twin。　His　mind　hummed　with　a　strange　residue　of　the　contact；　a　backwash　of　mental　expansion。
　D'murr　had　sounded　as　if　he　were　speaking　underwater；　through　filters　of　prehension。　Now；　underlying　meanings　occurred　to　C'tair　　subtleties　and　refinements。　Throughout　the　evening　in　the　isolation　of　his　hidden　room；　thoughts　percolated　through　his　mind；　overwhelming　him　like　a　demonic　possession。　The　contact　had　sparked　something　unexpected　in　his　own　brain；　an　amazing　reaction。
　For　days　he　did　not　leave　the　enclosure；　consumed　with　his　enhanced　memories；　using　the　prototype　apparatus　to　focus　his　thoughts　to　an　obsessive　clarity。　Hour　after　hour；　the　replayed　conversation　became　clearer　to　him；　words　and　double　meanings　blossoming　like　flower　petals。。。as　if　he　traversed　his　own　kind　of　foldspace　of　mind　and　memory。　Nuances　of　D'murr's　dialogue　became　increasingly　apparent；　meanings　C'tair　hadn't　noticed　at　first。　This　gave　him　only　an　inkling　of　what　his　brother　had　bee。
　He　found　it　exciting。　And　terrifying。
　Finally；　ing　back　to　awareness　an　unknown　number　of　days　later；　he　noticed　that　food　and　beverage　packages　lay　scattered　around　him。　The　room　stank。　He　looked　in　a　mirror；　shocked　to　see　that　he　had　grown　a　scratchy　dark　brown　beard。　His　eyes　were　bloodshot；　his　hair　wild。　C'tair　barely　recognized　himself。
　If　Kailea　Vernius　were　to　set　eyes　on　him　now；　she　would　draw　back　in　horror　or　disdain　and　send　him　to　work　in　the　dimmest　lower　levels　with　the　suboids。　Somehow；　though；　after　the　tragedy　of　Ix；　the　rape　of　his　beautiful　underground　city；　his　boyish　crush　on　the　Earl's　daughter　seemed　irrelevant。　Of　all　the　sacrifices　C'tair　had　made；　that　was　among　the　smallest。
　And　he　was　sure　there　would　be　harder　ones　to　e。
　Before　cleaning　himself　or　the　hiding　place；　though；　he　began　preparations　for　the　next　call　to　his　brother。
　Perceptions　rule　the　universe。
　…Bene　Gesserit　Saying
　A　robo…controlled　shuttle　left　its　orbiting　Heighliner　in　the　Laoujin　system　and　streaked　toward　the　surface　of　Wallach　IX；　transmitting　appropriate　security　codes　to　bypass　the　Sisterhood's　primary　defenses。　The　Bene　Gesserit　homeworld　was　just　another　stop　on　its　long　circuitous　route　wandering　among　the　stars　in　the　Imperium。
　Her　thick　hair　beginning　to　turn　gray；　her　body　starting　to　hint　at　its　age；　Gaius　Helen　Mohiam　thought　it　would　be　good　to　be　home　after　many　months　of　other　duties；　each　separate　assignment　a　thread　in　the　vast　Bene　Gesserit　tapestry。　No　Sister　understood　the　entire　pattern；　the　entire　weaving　of　events　and　people；　but　Mohiam　did　her　part。
　With　her　advancing　pregnancy；　the　Sisterhood　had　called　her　home；　to　remain　at　the　Mother　School　until　such　time　as　Mohiam　delivered　the　much…anticipated　daughter。　Only　Kwisatz　Mother　Anirul　prehended　her　true　value　to　the　breeding　program；　how　everything　hinged　on　the　child　she　now　carried。　Mohiam　understood　that　this　baby　was　important；　but　even　the　whispers　of　her　Other　Memory；　which　could　always　be　called　upon　to　offer　a　cacophony　of　advice；　remained　deliberately　silent　on　the　subject。
　The　Guild　shuttle　carried　only　her。　Working　under　the　spectre　of　the　Jihad；　the　Richesian　manufacturers　of　the　robo…pilot　had　gone　out　of　their　way　to　make　a　clunky…looking；　rivet…covered　device　that　most　vehemently　neither　emulated　the　human　mind　nor　looked　the　least　bit　human。。。or　even　sophisticated；　for　that　matter。
　The　robo…pilot　transported　passengers　and　materials　from　a　big　ship　to　the　surface　of　a　planet；　and　back　again　in　a　well…rehearsed　chain　of　events。　Its　functions　included　barely　enough　programming　flexibility　to　deal　with　air…traffic　patterns　or　adverse　weather　conditions。　The　robo…pilot　took　its　shuttle　in　a　routine　sequence：　from　Heighliner　to　planet；　from　planet　to　Heighliner。。。
　At　a　window　seat　in　the　shuttle；　Mohiam　reflected　on　the　delicious　revenge　she　had　exacted　on　the　Baron。　It　had　been　months　already；　and　no　doubt　he　still　suspected　nothing；　but　a　Bene　Gesserit　could　wait　a　long　time　for　the　appropriate　payment。　Over　the　years；　as　his　precious　body　weakened　and　bloated　from　the　disease；　an　utterly　defeated　Vladimir　Harkonnen　might　even　contemplate　suicide。
　Mohiam's　vengeful　action　might　have　been　impulsive；　but　it　was　fitting　and　appropriate　after　what　the　Baron　had　done。　Mother　Superior　Harishka　would　not　have　allowed　House　Harkonnen　to　go　unpunished；　and　Mohiam　thought　her　spontaneous　idea　had　been　cruelly　apt。　It　would　save　the　Sisterhood　time　and　trouble。
　As　the　ship　descended　into　the　cloud　layer；　Mohiam　hoped　this　new　child　would　be　perfect；　because　the　Baron　would　no　longer　be　of　any　use　to　them。　But　if　not；　the　Sisterhood　always　had　other　options　and　other　plans。　They　had　many　different　breeding　schemes。
　Mohiam　was　of　a　type　considered　optimal　for　a　certain　mysterious　genetic　program。　She　knew　the　names　of　some；　but　not　all；　of　the　other　candidates；　and　knew　as　well　that　the　Sisterhood　didn't　want　simultaneous　pregnancies　in　the　program；　fearing　this　might　muddle　the　mating　index。　Mohiam　did　wonder；　though；　why　she　had　been　selected　again；　after　the　first　failure。　Her　superiors　hadn't　explained　it　to　her；　and　she　knew　better　than　to　ask。　And　again；　the　Voices　in　Other　Memory　kept　their　counsel　to　themselves。
　Do　the　details　matter？　she　wondered。　I　carry　the　requested　daughter　in　my　womb。　A　successful　birth　would　elevate　Mohiam's　stature；　might　even　result　in　her　eventual　election　as　Mother　Superior　by　the　proctors；　when　she　got　much　older。。。depending　on　how　important　this　daughter　really　was。
　She　sensed　the　girl　would　be　very　important。
　Aboard　the　robo…piloted　shuttle；　she　felt　a　sudden　change　of　motion。　Looking　out　the　narrow　window；　she　saw　the　horizon　of　Wallach　IX　lurch　as　the　craft　flipped　over　and　plunged　down；　out　of　control。　The　safety　field　around　her　seat　glimmered　an　unfamiliar；　disconcerting　yellow。　Machine　sounds；　which　had　been　limited　to　a　smooth　whir；　now　screamed　through　the　cabin；　hurting　her　ears。
　Lights　blinked　wildly　on　the　control　module　ahead　of　her。　The　robo's　movements　were　jerky　and　uncertain。　She　had　been　trained　to　handle　crises；　and　her　mind　worked　rapidly。　Mohiam　knew　about　occasional　malfunctions　on　these　shuttles　　statistically　unlikely　　exacerbated　by　the　lack　of　pilots　with　the　ability　to　think　and　react。　When　a　problem　did　occur　　and　Mohiam　felt　herself　in　the　midst　of　one　now　　the　potential　for　disaster　was　high。
　The　shuttle　plummeted；　lurching　and　bucking。　Clothlike　scraps　of　cl