bh.houseatreides-第52章
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o。 Sourly； the ancient woman shook her head and flicked a sidelong glance at sweat…soaked Mohiam； still recovering on her table near the door。 〃The genetics are correct； but this。。。child is wrong。 We have made an error。〃
Anirul leaned over the infant girl for a closer look。 The child had a sickly pallor and misshapen facial bones； as well as a disjointed or malformed shoulder。 Other deficiencies； perhaps chronic； might take longer to assess。
And she's supposed to bee the grandmother of the Kwisatz Haderach？ Weakness does not breed strength。
Internally； Anirul reeled； trying to determine what could have gone wrong。 The other Sisters would call her too young and impetuous again。 The projections in the breeding records had been so precise； the information from Other Memory so certain。 Though sired by Vladimir Harkonnen； this girl…child wasn't what she was supposed to be。 The feeble infant couldn't possibly be the next step in the genetic path that was supposed to culminate in only two more generations with the Holy Grail of the Bene Gesserit breeding program； their superbeing。
〃Could something be incorrect in the mating index？〃 Mother Superior said； averting her eyes from the baby。 〃Or is this an aberration？〃
〃Genetics is never certain； Mother Superior；〃 Anirul said； taking a step away from the baby。 Her confidence was gone； but she tried not to make excuses。 She ran a nervous hand over her close…cropped bronze hair。 〃The projections are correct。 I'm afraid the bloodline simply didn't cooperate。。。this time。〃
Mother Superior looked around the room at the doctors； the other Sisters。 Every ment； every move would be recorded and stored in Wallach IX archives as well as in Other Memory for perusal by later generations。 〃Are you suggesting we try again with the Baron himself？ He wasn't exactly the most cooperative of subjects。〃
Anirul smiled faintly。 What an understatement。 〃Our projections give us the highest probability。 It must be Baron Harkonnen； and it must be Mohiam。 Thousands of years of careful selection have led to this point。 We have other options； but none as good as this one。。。and so we must try again。〃 She tried to sound philosophical。 〃Other mistakes have occurred along the way； Mother Superior we cannot let one failure bring about the end of the entire program。〃
〃Of course not；〃 Harishka snapped。 〃We must contact the Baron again。 Send our best and most persuasive representative while Mohiam recovers。〃
Anirul stared at the child on the table。 Exhausted now； the infant lay silent； tiny hands flexing； legs kicking。 The baby couldn't even maintain sustained periods of crying。 Not hardy breeding stock。
At the doorway arch； Mohiam struggled to sit up on her recovery table； peering with bright eyes at the newborn。 Instantly noting the deformity； the weakness； she moaned and fell back on the sheets。
Trying to fort her； Mother Superior Harishka came over to the table。 〃We need your strength now； Sister； not your despair。 We will make certain you get another chance with the Baron。〃 She folded her arms across her chest； and with a rustling of her robe departed from the birthing room； followed by her aides。
IN HIS BALCONY chambers at Harkonnen Keep； the Baron admired himself naked in the mirror； as he frequently liked to do。 There were many mirrors in his extensive apartment wing； and plenty of light； so that he might constantly enjoy the perfection of form that Nature had bestowed upon him。 He was lean and muscular； with good skin tone especially when his male lovers took the time to rub perfumed oils into every pore。 He feathered his fingers over the washboard ridges on his abdomen。 Magnificent。
No wonder the witches had requested that he breed with them a second time。 He was； after all； extraordinarily beautiful。 With their breeding programs； they would naturally desire the best stock。 His first child by that warthog Mohiam must have been so perfect that they wanted another。 Though he loathed the prospect； he asked himself if that was truly so horrible。
But he wished he knew how his offspring fit into the long…term plans of those devious； secretive women。 They had multiple breeding programs； and no one but a Bene Gesserit seemed to understand any of them。 Could this be used to his advantage somehow。。。or did they intend to turn the daughter against him at a later date？ They had been careful not to provide any bastard heirs； thus avoiding dynastic squabbles； not that he much cared anyway。 But what was in it for him？ Even Piter de Vries had been at a loss to offer an explanation。
〃You have not given us your response； Baron；〃 Sister Margot Rashino…Zea said from behind him。 She seemed not to show any disfort whatsoever at his nakedness。
In the reflecting glass he saw the beautiful； golden…haired Sister。 Did they think her beauty could tempt him； her shapeliness； her fine features？ Would he rather mate with her than with the other one？ Neither prospect appealed to him at all。
Representing the scheming Sisterhood； Margot had just spoken of the 〃need〃 for him to copulate a second time with the witch Mohiam。 It hadn't even been a year yet。 The gall of these creatures！ Margot； at least； used slippery words and a little finesse； rather than the brutish demands Mohiam had made of him that night long ago。 At least the witches had sent a better mouthpiece this time。
In front of the beautiful woman； he refused to put on any clothing； especially in the wake of her request。 Nude； he flaunted himself for her； but pretended not to notice。 Wouldn't that sleek beauty love to rut with someone like me。
〃Mohiam was rather too plain for my tastes；〃 he said； finally turning to face the Sisterhood's emissary。 〃Tell me； witch； was my first child a daughter； as I was promised？〃
〃How could it possibly make any difference to you？〃 Margot's gray…green eyes remained locked on his； but he could tell she wanted to let her gaze roam over his body； his muscles and his golden skin。
〃I didn't say it made any difference； foolish woman but I am of noble station and I asked you a question。 Answer me or die。〃
〃The Bene Gesserit do not fear death； Baron；〃 Margot said； in the calmest of tones。 Her serenity both irritated and intrigued him。 〃Yes； your first child was a girl；〃 she continued。 〃We Bene Gesserit can influence these things。 A son would have been of no use to us。〃
〃I see。 So why are you back？〃
〃I am not authorized to reveal more。〃
〃I find your Sisterhood's second request deeply offensive。 I told the Bene Gesserit never to bother me again。 I could have you killed for defying me。 This is my planet and my Keep。〃
〃Violence would not be wise。〃 Steady tone； with a threatening undercurrent。 How could she appear so strong and monstrous in such a deceptively lovely body？
〃You threatened to reveal my alleged spice stockpiles last time。 Have you e up with anything new； or are you using the same old blackmail？〃
〃We Bene Gesserit can always provide new threats if you wish； Baron； though evidence of your fraudulent spice…production reports should still be sufficient to bring down the Emperor's wrath。〃
The Baron raised an eyebrow and finally deigned to snatch a slick black robe from his dressing chair。 〃I have it on certain authority that several Great Houses have their own stockpiles of melange。 Some say even our own Emperor Elrood is not above the practice。〃
〃The Emperor is not in good humor or good health these days。 He seems to be preoccupied with Ix。〃
Baron Harkonnen paused to consider this。 His own spies at the royal Court on Kaitain reported that old Elrood had been increasingly unstable and short…tempered of late； with signs of paranoia。 His mind was going； his health was failing； and this caused him to be more vicious than ever； as evidenced by his blithely allowing the destruction of House Vernius。
〃What do you think I am？〃 the Baron asked。 〃A prized Salusan bull to be put out to stud？〃
He had nothing to fear； because the witches no longer had a scintilla of physical proof against him。 He had scattered his stockpile of spice to deep hiding places in the isolation of Lankiveil； and ordered the destruction of every scrap of evidence from Arrakis。 It had all been done expertly； by an ex…CHOAM auditor in his employ。 The Baron smiled。 Former employ； actually； since de Vries had already dealt with the man。
These Bene Gesserit could threaten him all they wanted； but had no real hold over him。 This knowledge gave him a new power； a new way to resist。
The witch continued staring at him impertinently。 He wanted to squeeze Margot's slender throat and shut her up forever。 But that wouldn't solve his problem； even if he survived the confrontation。 The Bene Gesserit would just send another； and another。 He needed to teach the witches a lesson they wouldn't soon forget。
〃Send your breeding mother to me； if you insist。 I shall prepare for her。〃 He knew exactly what he was going to do。 His Mentat Piter de Vries； and probably even his nephew Rabban； would be happy to help。
〃Very well。 The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam will be on her way within a fortnight； Baron。〃 Without another word； Margot left。 Her sparkling blonde hair and milky skin seemed too radiant to be contained within the drab robes of the Sisterhood。
The Baron summoned de Vries。 They had to get to work。
Without a goal； a life is nothing。 Sometimes the goal bees a man's entire life； an all…consuming passion。 But once that goal is achieved； what then？ Oh； poor man； what then？
…LADY HELENA ATREIDES；
her personal journals
After his childhood years of repression on Giedi Prime； young Duncan Idaho found the lush world of Caladan a paradise。 He'd been landed without a map in a city on the opposite side of the world from Castle Caladan。 Janess's friend； the second mate Renno； had discharged his obligations to the boy； then kicked the stowaway out onto the streets of a lowland spaceport。
Paying no further attention to him； the crew off…loaded their cargo of recyclables and industrial scraps and took on a fresh load of pundi rice wrapped in bags made from grain fibers。 Without saying goodbye； without offering advice or even wishing Duncan well； the second mate had climbed back aboard his cargo hauler and returned to the Heighliner in orbit。
Duncan couldn't plain： At least he had escaped from the Harkonnens。 Now all he had to do was find Duke Atreides。
The boy stood there among strangers； on a strange world； watching the ship ascend into the cloudy sky。 Caladan was a planet of rich and pelling smells； the air moist and laden with the salt of the sea； the sourness of fish； and the spice of wildflowers。 In all his life on Giedi Prime； he had never encountered anything like it。
On the Southern Continent； the hills were steep and covered with intensely green grasses and terraced gardens hacked into the slopes like drunken stairsteps。 Teams of hardworking farmers moved about under the misty yellow sun； not wealthy but still happy。 Wearing old clothes； they transported fresh fruits and vegetables on suspensor…borne pallets to the marketplace。
As Duncan stared with hungry eyes at the passing farmers； one kindly old man gave him a small； overripe paradan melon； which the boy ate voraciously。 Sweet moisture dripp
