bh.houseatreides-第36部分
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r Bene Gesserit plans。 She was just doing her duty。 To her the Baron was a tool； a sperm donor who had to play his part。
Mohiam lifted her dark skirt and lay back on the bed； propping her head up to look at him。 〃e； Baron； let us waste no more time。 After all； it's such a small thing。〃 She let her gaze drop down to his crotch。
As he flushed with rage； she continued in a soft voice； 〃I have the ability to increase your pleasure； or to deaden it。 Either way； the results will be the same to us。〃 She smiled with her thin lips。 〃Just think of the hidden melange stockpiles you'll be able to keep without the Emperor's knowledge。〃 Her voice grew harder。 〃On the other hand； just try to imagine what old Elrood will do to House Harkonnen if he finds out you've been cheating him all along。〃
Scowling； the Baron fumbled with his robe and lurched toward the bed。 Mohiam closed her eyes and muttered a Bene Gesserit benediction； a prayer to calm herself and to focus her bodily actions and her inner metabolism。
The Baron was more nauseated than aroused。 He couldn't bear to look at Mohiam's naked form。 Fortunately she kept most of her clothes on； as did he。 She worked with her fingers until he stiffened； and he kept his eyes closed during the entire mechanical act。 Behind his eyes； he had no choice but to fantasize about earlier conquests； the pain； the power。。。anything to take his mind from the revolting and messy act of male…female intercourse。
It wasn't lovemaking by any means； just a tired ritual between two bodies in order to exchange genetic material。 For both of them it was barely even sex。
But Mohiam got what she wanted。
AT HIS ONE…WAY private observation window； Piter de Vries moved silently； surreptitiously。 As a Mentat he had learned how to glide like a shadow； how to see without being seen。 An ancient law of physics claimed that the mere act of observation changed parameters。 But any good Mentat knew how to observe broader issues while remaining invisible； unknown to the subjects of his scrutiny。
De Vries had often watched the Baron's sexual escapades through this peephole。 Sometimes the acts disgusted him； occasionally they fascinated。。。and rarer still； they gave the Mentat ideas of his own。
Now； he silently kept his eyes to the tiny observation holes； drinking in details as the Baron was forced to copulate with the Bene Gesserit witch。 He watched his master with great amusement； enjoying the man's utter disfiture。 He had never seen the Baron so nonplussed。 Oh； how he wished he had found time to set up the recording apparatus so he could enjoy this again and again。
The moment she'd made her demands； de Vries had known the unavoidable oute。 The Baron had been a perfect pawn； utterly ensnared； with no choice in the matter。
But why？
Even with his great Mentat prowess； de Vries could not understand what the Sisterhood wanted with House Harkonnen or its offspring。 Surely； the genetics weren't that spectacular。
For now； though； Piter de Vries just enjoyed the show。
Many inventions have selectively improved particular skills or abilities； emphasizing one aspect or another。 But no achievement has ever scratched the plexity or adaptability of the human mind。
…Ikbhan's Treatise on the Mind； Volume II
On one side of the faux…stone practice floor in the Ixian Grand Palais； Leto stood beside Guard Captain Zhaz； panting。 The fight instructor was an angular man with bristly brown hair； thick eyebrows； and a square…cut beard。 Like his students； Zhaz wore no shirt； only beige fighting shorts。 The smell of sweat and hot metal hung in the air despite the best efforts of an air…exchange apparatus。 As on most mornings； though； the training master spent more time watching than fighting。 He let the battle…machines do all the work。
After his regular studies； Leto loved the change of pace； the physical exercise； the challenge。 By now he had settled into a routine on Ix； undergoing hours of high…tech physical and mental training； with added time for tours of technological facilities and instruction in business philosophy。 He had warmed to Rhombur's enthusiasm； though often he had to help explain difficult concepts to the Ixian Prince。 Rhombur wasn't slow…witted； just。。。distant from many practical matters。
Every third morning； the young men left their classrooms behind and worked out on the automated training floor。 Leto loved the exercise and the rush of adrenaline； while both Rhombur and the fight instructor seemed to find this an antiquated requirement added to the curriculum only because of Earl Vernius's memories of warfare。
Leto and the bristly…haired captain watched stocky Prince Rhombur wield a golden pike against a sleek and responsive fighting mek。 Zhaz didn't train personally against his students。 He felt that if he and his security troops did their jobs； no member of House Vernius need ever stoop to barbaric hand…to…hand bat。 He did； however； help program the self…learning bat drones。
In its resting position； the man…sized mek was a featureless charcoal ovoid no arms； legs； or face。 Once the fight began； however； the Ixian unit morphed a set of crude protrusions and took on varying shapes based upon feedback from its scanner； telling it how best to defeat an adversary。 Steel fists； knives； flexsteel cables； and other surprises could be thrust from any point on its body。 Its mechanical face could disappear entirely or change expression from a dullness designed to lull an opponent to a ferocious red…eyed glare； or even fiendish glee。 The mek interpreted and reacted； learning with each step。
〃Remember； no regular patterns；〃 Zhaz shouted to Rhombur。 His beard protruded like a shovel from his chin。 〃Don't let it read you。〃
The Prince ducked as two blunted darts sped past his head。 A surprise knife thrust from the mek drew a trickle of blood on the young man's shoulder。 Even with the injury； Rhombur feinted and attacked； and Leto was proud of his royal peer for not crying out。
On several occasions Rhombur had asked Leto for advice； even critiques on sparring style。 Answering honestly； Leto kept in mind that he himself was not a skilled professional instructor nor did he want to reveal too much of Atreides techniques。 Rhombur could learn those from Thufir Hawat； the Old Duke's swordmaster himself。
The tip of the Prince's blade found a soft spot on the mek's charcoal body； and it fell over 〃dead。〃
〃Good； Rhombur！〃 Leto called。
Zhaz nodded。 〃Much better。〃
Leto had fought the mek twice that day； defeating it each time on higher difficulty settings than Prince Rhombur was using。 When Zhaz asked how Leto had acquired such skills； the young Atreides hadn't said much； not wishing to brag。 But now he had firsthand proof that the Atreides method of training was superior； despite the mek's chilling near intelligence。 Leto's background involved rapiers； knives； slow…pellet stunners； and body…shields and Thufir Hawat was a more dangerous and unpredictable instructor than any automated device could ever hope to be。
Just as Leto took up his own weapon and prepared for the next round； the lift doors opened and Kailea entered； sparkling with jewels and a fortable metal…fiber outfit whose design seemed calculated to look gorgeous but casual。 She bore a stylus and ridulian recorder pad。 Her eyebrows arched in feigned surprise at finding them there。 〃Oh！ Excuse me。 I came to look at the mek design。〃
The Vernius daughter usually contented herself with intellectual and cultural pursuits； studying business and art。 Leto couldn't keep himself from watching her。 At times her eyes almost seemed to flirt with him； but more often she ignored him with such intensity he suspected she shared the same attraction he felt。
During his time in the Grand Palais； Leto had crossed her path in the dining hall； on the open observation balconies； in library facilities。 He had responded to her with snatches of awkward conversation。 Aside from the inviting sparkle in her beautiful green eyes； Kailea had given him no special encouragement； but he couldn't stop thinking about her。
She's only a stripling； Leto reminded himself； playing at being a Lady。 Somehow； though； he couldn't convince his imagination of that。 Kailea had plete confidence that she was destined for a greater future than living underground on Ix。 Her father was a war hero； the head of one of the wealthiest Great Houses； and her mother had been beautiful enough to be an Imperial concubine； and the girl herself had an excellent head for business。 Kailea Vernius obviously had a wealth of possibilities。
She focused her plete attention on the motionless gray ovoid。 〃I've gotten Father to consider marketing our new…phase fighting meks mercially。〃 She studied the motionless training machine； but glanced at Leto out of the corner of her eye； noted his strong profile and regal； high…bridged nose。 〃Ours are better than any other bat device adaptable； versatile； and self…learning。 The closest thing to a human adversary developed since the Jihad。〃
He felt a chill； thinking back to all the warnings his mother had given him。 Right now she would be pointing an accusing finger and nodding in satisfaction。 Leto looked over at the charcoal…colored ovoid。 〃Are
