fh.godemperorofdune-第7章

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not　contemplate　those　living　energies　without　a　feeling　of　ecstasy。　They　are　my　reason　for　being；　the　justification　for　everything　I　have　ever　done。。。even　for　the　corpse　of　this　foolish　Duncan　in　front　of　me　now。
　Leto's　ears　told　him　that　Moneo　had　not　yet　crossed　half　the　distance　to　the　Royal　Cart。　The　man　moved　slower　and　slower；　then　picked　up　his　pace。
　What　a　gift　Moneo　has　given　me　in　this　daughter；　Leto　thought。　Siona　is　fresh　and　precious。　She　is　the　new　while　I　am　a　collection　of　the　obsolete；　a　relic　of　the　damned；　of　the　lost　and　strayed。　I　am　the　waylaid　pieces　of　history　which　sank　out　of　sight　in　all　of　our　pasts。　Such　an　accumulation　of　riffraff　has　never　before　been　imagined。
　Leto　paraded　the　past　within　him　then　to　let　them　observe　what　had　happened　in　the　crypt。
　The　minutiae　are　mine！
　Siona；　though。。。Siona　was　like　a　clean　slate　upon　which　great　things　might　yet　be　written。
　I　guard　that　slate　with　infinite　care。　I　am　preparing　it；　cleansing　it。
　What　did　the　Duncan　mean　when　he　called　out　her　name？
　Moneo　approached　the　cart　diffidently　yet　consummately　aware。　Surely　Leto　did　not　sleep。
　Leto　opened　his　eyes　and　looked　down　as　Moneo　came　to　a　stop　near　the　corpse。　At　this　moment；　Leto　found　the　majordomo　a　delight　to　observe。　Moneo　wore　a　white　Atreides　uniform　with　no　insignia；　a　subtle　ment。　His　face；　almost　as　well　known　as　Leto's；　was　all　the　insignia　he　needed。　Moneo　waited　patiently。　There　was　no　change　of　expression　on　his　flat；　even　features。　His　thick；　sandy　hair　lay　in　a　neat；　equally　divided　part。　Deep　within　his　gray　eyes　there　was　that　look　of　directness　which　went　with　knowledge　of　great　personal　power。　It　was　a　look　which　he　modified　only　in　the　God　Emperor's　presence；　and　sometimes　not　even　there。　Not　once　did　he　glance　toward　the　body　on　the　crypt's　floor。
　When　Leto　continued　silent；　Moneo　cleared　his　throat；　then：　〃I　am　saddened；　Lord。〃
　Exquisite！　Leto　thought。　He　knows　l　feel　true　remorse　about　the　Duncans。　Moneo　has　seen　their　records　and　has　seen　enough　of　them　dead。　He　knows　that　only　nineteen　Duncans　died　what　people　usually　refer　to　as　natural　deaths。
　〃He　had　an　Ixian　lasgun；〃　Leto　said。
　Moneo's　gaze　went　directly　to　the　gun　on　the　floor　of　the　crypt　off　to　his　left；　demonstrating　that　he　already　had　seen　it。　He　returned　his　attention　to　Leto；　sweeping　a　glance　down　the　length　of　the　great　body。
　〃You　are　injured；　Lord？〃
　〃Inconsequential。〃
　〃But　he　hurt　you。〃
　〃Those　flippers　are　useless　to　me。　They　will　be　entirely　gone　within　another　two　hundred　years。〃
　〃I　will　dispose　of　the　Duncan's　body　personally；　Lord；〃　Moneo　said。　〃Is　there。　。　。〃
　〃The　piece　of　me　he　burned　away　is　entirely　ash。　We　will　let　it　blow　away。　This　is　a　fitting　place　for　ashes。〃
　〃As　my　Lord　says。〃
　〃Before　you　dispose　of　the　body；　disable　the　lasgun　and　keep　it　where　I　can　present　it　to　the　Ixian　ambassador。　As　for　the　Guildsman　who　warned　us　about　it；　present　him　personally　with　ten　grams　of　spice。　Oh…and　our　priestesses　on　Giedi　Prime　should　be　alerted　to　a　hidden　store　of　melange　there；　probably　old　Harkonnen　contraband。〃
　〃What　do　you　wish　done　with　it　when　it's　found；　Lord？〃
　〃Use　a　bit　of　it　to　pay　the　Tleilaxu　for　the　new　ghola。　The　rest　of　it　can　go　into　our　stores　here　in　the　crypt。〃
　〃Lord。〃　Moneo　acknowledged　the　orders　with　a　nod；　a　gesture　which　was　not　quite　a　bow。　His　gaze　met　Leto's。
　Leto　smiled。　He　thought：　We　both　know　that　Moneo　will　not　leave　without　addressing　directly　the　matter　which　most　concerns　us。
　〃I　have　seen　the　report　on　Siona；〃　Moneo　said。
　Leto's　smile　widened。　Moneo　was　such　a　pleasure　in　these　moments。　His　words　conveyed　many　things　which　did　not　require　open　discussion　between　them。　His　words　and　actions　were　in　precise　alignment；　carried　on　the　mutual　awareness　that　he；　of　course；　spied　on　everything。　Now；　there　was　a　natural　concern　for　his　daughter；　but　he　wished　it　understood　that　his　concern　for　the　God　Emperor　remained　paramount。　From　his　own　traverse　through　a　similar　evolution；　Moneo　knew　with　precision　the　delicate　nature　of　Siona's　present　fortunes。
　〃Have　I　not　created　her；　Moneo？〃　Leto　asked。　〃Have　I　not　controlled　the　conditions　of　her　ancestry　and　her　upbringing？〃
　〃She　is　my　only　daughter；　my　only　child；　Lord。〃
　〃In　a　way；　she　reminds　me　of　Harq　al…Ada；〃　Leto　said。　〃There　doesn't　appear　to　be　much　of　Ghani　in　her；　although　that　has　to　be　there。　Perhaps　she　harks　back　to　our　ancestors　in　the　Sisterhood's　breeding　program。〃
　〃Why　do　you　say　that；　Lord？〃
　Leto　reflected。　Was　there　need　for　Moneo　to　know　this　peculiar　thing　about　his　daughter？　Siona　could　fade　from　the　prescient　view　at　times。　The　Golden　Path　remained；　but　Siona　faded。　Yet　。。。she　was　not　prescient。　She　was　a　unique　phenomenon。。。and　if　she　survived。。。Leto　decided　he　would　not　cloud　Moneo's　efficiency　with　unnecessary　information。
　〃Remember　your　own　past；〃　Leto　said。
　〃Indeed；　Lord！　And　she　has　such　a　potential；　so　much　more　than　I　ever　had。　But　that　makes　her　dangerous；　too。〃
　〃And　she　will　not　listen　to　you；〃　Leto　said。
　〃No；　but　I　have　an　agent　in　her　rebellion。〃
　That　will　be　Topri；　Leto　thought。
　It　required　no　prescience　to　know　that　Moneo　would　have　an　agent　in　place。　Ever　since　the　death　of　Siona's　mother；　Leto　had　known　with　increasing　sureness　the　course　of　Moneo's　actions。　Nayla's　suspicions　pinpointed　Topri。　And　now；　Moneo　paraded　his　fears　and　actions；　offering　them　as　the　price　of　his　daughter's　continued　safety。
　How　unfortunate　he　fathered　only　the　one　child　on　that　mother。
　〃Recall　how　I　treated　you　in　similar　circumstances；〃　Leto　said。　〃You　know　the　demands　of　the　Golden　Path　as　well　as　I　do。〃
　〃But　I　was　young　and　foolish；　Lord。〃
　〃Young　and　brash；　never　foolish。〃
　Moneo　managed　a　tight　smile　at　this　pliment；　his　thoughts　leaning　more　and　more　toward　the　belief　that　he　now　understood　Leto's　intentions。　The　dangers；　though！
　Feeding　his　belief；　Leto　said：　〃You　know　how　much　I　enjoy　surprises。〃
　That　is　true；　Leto　thought。　Moneo　does　know　it。　But　even　while　Siona　surprises　me；　she　reminds　me　of　what　I　fear　most…the　sameness　and　boredom　which　could　break　the　Golden　Path。　Look　at　how　boredom　put　me　temporarily　in　the　Duncan's　power！　Siona　is　the　contrast　by　which　I　know　my　deepest　fears。　Moneo's　concern　for　me　is　well　grounded。
　〃My　agent　will　continue　to　watch　her　new　panions；　Lord；〃　Moneo　said。　〃I　do　not　like　them。〃
　〃Her　panions？　I　myself　had　such　panions　once　long　ago。〃
　〃Rebellious；　Lord？　You？〃　Moneo　was　genuinely　surprised。
　〃Have　I　not　proved　a　friend　of　rebellion？〃
　〃But　Lord。　。　。〃
　〃The　aberrations　of　our　past　are　more　numerous　than　you　may　think！〃
　〃Yes；　Lord。〃　Moneo　was　abashed；　yet　still　curious。　And　he　knew　that　the　God　Emperor　sometimes　waxed　loquacious　after　the　death　of　a　Duncan。　〃You　must　have　seen　many　rebellions；　Lord。〃
　Involuntarily；　Leto's　thoughts　sank　into　the　memories　aroused　by　these　words。
　〃Ahhh；　Moneo；〃　he　muttered。　〃My　travels　in　the　ancestral　mazes　have　memorized　uncounted　places　and　events　which　I　never　desire　to　see　repeated。〃
　〃I　can　imagine　your　inward　travels；　Lord。〃
　〃No；　you　cannot。　I　have　seen　peoples　and　planets　in　such　numbers　that　they　lose　meaning　even　in　imagination。　Ohhh；　the　landscapes　I　have　passed。　The　calligraphy　of　alien　roads　glimpsed　from　space　and　imprinted　upon　my　innermost　sight。　The　eroded　sculpture　of　canyons　and　cliffs　and　galaxies　has　imprinted　upon　me　the　certain　knowledge　that　I　am　a　mote。〃
　〃Not　you；　Lord。　Certainly　not　you。〃
　〃Less　than　a　mote！　I　have　seen　people　and　their　fruitless　societies　in　such　repetitive　posturings　that　their　nonsense　fills　me　with　boredom；　do　you　hear？〃
　〃I　did　not　mean　to　anger　my　Lord。〃　Moneo　spoke　meekly。
　〃You　don't　anger　me。　Sometimes　you　irritate　me；　that　is　the　extent　of　it。　You　cannot　imagine　what　I　have　seen…caliphs　and　mjeeds；　rakahs；　rajas　and　bashars；　kings　and　emperors；　primitos　and　presidents…I've　seen　them　all。　Feudal　chieftains；　every　one。　Every　one　a　little　pharaoh。〃
　〃Forgive　my　presumption；　Lord。〃
　〃Damn　the　Romans！〃　Leto　cried。
　He　spoke　it　inwardly　to　his　ancestors：　〃Damn　the　Romans！〃
　Their　laughter　drove　him　from　the　inward　arena。
　〃I　don't　understand；　Lord；〃　Moneo　ventured。
　〃That's　true。　You　don't　understand。　The　Romans　broadcast　the　pharaonic　disease　like　grain　farmers　scattering　the　seeds　of　next　season's　harvest　…Caesars；　kaisers；　tsars；　imperators；　caseris。。。palatos。。。damned　pharaohs？〃
　〃My　knowledge　does　not　enpass　all　of　those　titles；　Lord。〃
　〃I　may　be　the　last　of　the　lot；　Moneo。　Pray　that　this　is　so。〃
　〃Whatever　my　Lord　mands。〃
　Leto　stared　down　at　the　man。　〃We　are　myth…killers；　you　and　I；　Moneo。　That's　the　dream　we　share。　I　assure　you　from　a　God's　Olympian　perch　that　government　is　a　shared　myth。　When　the　myth　dies；　the　government　dies。〃
　〃Thus　you　have　taught　me；　Lord。〃
　〃That　man…machine；　the　Army；　created　our　present　dream；　my　friend。〃
　Moneo　cleared　his　throat。
　Leto　recognized　the　small　signs　of　the　majordomo's　impatience。
　Moneo　understands　about　armies。　He　knows　it　was　a　fool's　dream　that　armies　were　the　basic　instrument　of　governance。
　As　Leto　continued　silent；　Moneo　crossed　to　the　lasgun　and　retrieved　it　from　the　crypt's　cold　floor。　He　began　disabling　it。
　Leto　watched　him；　thinking　how　this　tiny　scene　encapsulated　。。fostered　the　essence　of　the　Army　myth。　The　Army　fostered　technology　because　the　power　of　machines　appeared　so　obvious　to　the　shortsighted。
　That　lasgun　is　no　more　than　a　machine。　But　all　machines　fail　or　are　superceded。　Still；　the　Army　worships　at　the　shrine　of　such　things…both　fascinated　and　fearful。　Look　at　how　people　fear　the　Ixians！　In　its　guts；　the　Army　knows　it　is　the　Sorcerer's　Apprentice。　It　unleashes　technology　and　never　again　can　the　magic　be　stuffed　back　into　the　bottle。
　I　teach　them　another　magic。
　Leto　spoke　to　the　hordes　within　then：
　〃You　see？　Moneo　has　disabled　the　deadly　instrument。　A　connection　broken　here；　a　small　capsule　crushed　there。〃
　Leto　sniffed。　He　smelled　the　esters　of　a　preservative　oil　riding　on　the　stink　of　Moneo's　perspiration。
　Still　speaking　inwardly；　Leto　said：　〃But　the　genie　is　not　dead。　Technology　breeds　anarchy。　It　distributes　these　tools　at　random。　And　with　them　goes　the　provocation　for　violence。　The　ability　to　make　and　use　savage　destroyers　falls　inevitably　into　the　hands　of　smaller　and　smaller　groups　until　at　last　the　group　is　a　single　individual。〃
　Moneo　returned　to　a　point　below　Leto；　holding　the　disabled　lasgun　casually　in　his　right　hand。　〃There　is　talk　on　Parella　and　the　planets　of　Dan　about　another　jihad　against　such　things　as　this。〃
　Moneo　lifted　the　lasgun　and　smiled；　signaling　that　he　knew　the　paradox　in　such　empty　dreams。
　Leto　closed　his　eyes。　The　hordes　within　wanted　to　argue；　but　he　shut　them　off；　thinking：　Jihads　create　armies。　The　Butlerian　Jihad　tried　to　rid　our　universe　of　machines　which　simulate　the　mind　of　man。　The　Butlerians　left　armies　in　their　wake　and　the　lxians　still　make　questionable　devices。。。for　which　I　thank　them。　What　is　anathema？　The　motivation　to　ravage；　no　matter　the　instruments。
　〃It　happened；〃　he　muttered。
　〃Lord？〃
　Leto　opened　his　eyes。　〃I　will　go　to　my　tower；〃　he　said。　〃I　must　have　more　time　to　mourn　my　Dunc