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.She had gone to the chapel anhour beforehand to commune with her God.Traditionally, the matador wassupposed to spend time in religious contemplation before his fight, but DukePaulus was more concerned with testing his equipment and exercising."I had to pray for your father to be saved from his stupidity," she murmured,looking at Leto."I had to pray for all of us.Someone has to."Smiling tentatively at his mother, Leto said, "I'm sure he appreciates it."She shook her head, sighed, and looked down into the arena as a loud fanfare oftrumpets played, sounds that blasted and overlapped in resonating echoes fromspeakers encircling the Plaza de Toros.Stableboys jogged around the ring in unaccustomed finery, waving bright flagsand pennants as they rushed across the packed sand.Moments later, in a grandentrance that he performed so exquisitely, Duke Paulus Atreides rode out,sitting high on a groomed white stallion.Green plumes rose from the animal'sheaddress, while ribbons trailed from the horse's mane to flow back around therider's arms and hands.Today, the Duke wore a dashing black-and-magenta costume with sequins, abrilliant emerald sash, and a matador's traditional hat, marked with tinyAtreides crests to indicate the number of bulls he had killed.Ballooningsleeves and pantaloons concealed the apparatus of his protective body-shield.Abrilliant purple cape draped over his shoulders.Leto scanned the figures below, trying to pick out the face of the stableboyDuncan Idaho, who had so boldly positioned himself working for the Duke.Heshould have been part of the paseo, but Leto didn't see him.The white stallion snorted and cantered around in a circle as Paulus raised hisgloved hand to greet his subjects.Then he stopped in front of the ducal boxand bowed deeply to his wife, who sat rigid in her chair.As expected, shewaved a blood-red flower and blew him a kiss.The people shouted and cheered asthey imagined fairy tales of romance between their Duke and his Lady.Rhombur hunched forward on his plush but uncomfortable seat, smiling at Leto."I've never seen anything like this.I, uh, can't wait."INSIDE THE STABLES, behind force-field bars, the chosen Salusan bull issued amuffled bellow and charged against the wall.Wood splintered.The reinforcediron supports screeched.Duncan scrambled backward, terrified.The creature's multifaceted eyes burned acoppery red, as if embers inside the orbs had glowed to life.The bull seemedangry and evil, a child's nightmare come true.For the paseo, the boy wore special white-and-green merh-silks the Duke hadgiven all the stableboys for the day's performance.Duncan had never beforeworn or even touched such fancy clothes, and it made him uncomfortable to bringthem into the dirty stables.But he had a greater sense of uneasiness now.The fabric felt slick on his clean and lotioned skin.Attendants had scrubbedhim, trimmed his hair, cleaned his fingernails.His body felt raw from the cleansing.White lace rode at the wrists above his callused hands.Working inthe stables, his pristine condition would not last long.Safe enough from the bull now, Duncan straightened the cap on his head.Hewatched the beast as it snorted, pawed the plank floor, and rammed the side ofthe cage again.Duncan shook his head in dismay and concern.Turning, he spotted Yresk standing close beside him.The stablemaster noddedcoolly at the ferocious Salusan bull, his puffy eyes haunted and tired."Lookslike he's eager to fight our Duke.""Something's still wrong, sir," Duncan insisted."I've never seen the animalthis riled."Yresk raised his bushy eyebrows and scratched his shock of white hair."Oh, inall your years of experience? I told you not to trouble yourself."Duncan bridled at the sarcasm."Can't you see it yourself, sir?""Stable-rat, Salusan bulls are bred to be vicious.The Duke knows what he'sdoing." Yresk crossed his scarecrow arms over his chest, but he didn't movecloser to the cage."Besides, the more keyed-up this one is, the better he'llfight, and our Duke certainly likes to give a good performance.His people loveit."As if to emphasize Yresk's point, the bull battered itself against the forcefield, bellowing a deep roar from the vast engine of its chest.Its horned headand leathery hide were gashed in places where it had injured itself trying totrample anything in sight."I think we should pick a different bull, Master Yresk.""Nonsense," the other replied, growing more impatient now."The Atreides's ownstable veterinarian has performed body tissue tests, and everything checked out.You should be ready for the paseo, not in here causing trouble.Run along now,before you miss your chance.""I'm trying to prevent trouble, sir," Duncan insisted.He looked defiantly atYresk."I'm going to go talk to the Duke myself.Maybe he'll listen.""You'll do no such thing, stable-rat." Moving like an eel, Yresk grabbed him bythe slippery fabric of the costume."I've been patient enough with you, for theDuke's sake, but I can't let you ruin his bullfight.Don't you see all thepeople out there?"Duncan struggled and cried for help.But the others had already lined up at thegates for the grand parade around the arena.The fanfare sounded a deafeningnote, and the crowd cheered in anticipation.Without being unduly rough, Yresk tossed him into one of the empty stalls,turning on the containment field to keep him in it.Duncan stumbled onto pilesof trampled feed smeared with green-brown manure."You can sit out the event here," Yresk said, looking sad."I should have knownto expect trouble from you, a Harkonnen sympathizer." "But I hate the Harkonnens!" Duncan stood up, trembling with rage.His silkclothes were ruined.He hurled himself against the bars just as the bull haddone, but he had no chance of escaping.Brushing himself off to look presentable again, Yresk strode toward the archedopenings for the paseo.The stablemaster flashed a glance over his shoulder."The only reason you're here, stable-rat, is because the Duke likes you.ButI've run his stables for nigh on twenty years, and I know exactly what I'mdoing.You just leave it be -- I've got work to do."In the cage beside Duncan, the Salusan bull simmered like a boiler about toexplode.DUKE PAULUS ATREIDES stood in the center of the arena.He turned slowly,drawing energy from the enthusiasm of the crowd; residual heat rose from thepacked stands.He flashed them all a sparkling, confident grin.They roaredwith approval.Oh, how his people loved to be entertained!Paulus switched on his body-shield at partial setting.He would have tomaneuver carefully for his protection.The element of danger kept him on histoes, and it made for greater suspense among the spectators.He held themuleta, a brightly colored cloth on a pole, which he would use to distract theattacking animal and divert its attention from his body core.The long barbed staffs, poison-dipped banderillas, were wrapped close to thepole for Paulus to use when he needed them.He would get near to the creatureand spike them into its neck muscles, injecting a neuropoison that wouldgradually weaken the Salusan bull so that he could deliver the coup de grace.Paulus had been through these performances dozens of times before, often formajor Caladan holidays.He was at the top of his form in front of crowds andenjoyed showing off his bravery and skills.It was his way of repaying hissubjects for their devotion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She had gone to the chapel anhour beforehand to commune with her God.Traditionally, the matador wassupposed to spend time in religious contemplation before his fight, but DukePaulus was more concerned with testing his equipment and exercising."I had to pray for your father to be saved from his stupidity," she murmured,looking at Leto."I had to pray for all of us.Someone has to."Smiling tentatively at his mother, Leto said, "I'm sure he appreciates it."She shook her head, sighed, and looked down into the arena as a loud fanfare oftrumpets played, sounds that blasted and overlapped in resonating echoes fromspeakers encircling the Plaza de Toros.Stableboys jogged around the ring in unaccustomed finery, waving bright flagsand pennants as they rushed across the packed sand.Moments later, in a grandentrance that he performed so exquisitely, Duke Paulus Atreides rode out,sitting high on a groomed white stallion.Green plumes rose from the animal'sheaddress, while ribbons trailed from the horse's mane to flow back around therider's arms and hands.Today, the Duke wore a dashing black-and-magenta costume with sequins, abrilliant emerald sash, and a matador's traditional hat, marked with tinyAtreides crests to indicate the number of bulls he had killed.Ballooningsleeves and pantaloons concealed the apparatus of his protective body-shield.Abrilliant purple cape draped over his shoulders.Leto scanned the figures below, trying to pick out the face of the stableboyDuncan Idaho, who had so boldly positioned himself working for the Duke.Heshould have been part of the paseo, but Leto didn't see him.The white stallion snorted and cantered around in a circle as Paulus raised hisgloved hand to greet his subjects.Then he stopped in front of the ducal boxand bowed deeply to his wife, who sat rigid in her chair.As expected, shewaved a blood-red flower and blew him a kiss.The people shouted and cheered asthey imagined fairy tales of romance between their Duke and his Lady.Rhombur hunched forward on his plush but uncomfortable seat, smiling at Leto."I've never seen anything like this.I, uh, can't wait."INSIDE THE STABLES, behind force-field bars, the chosen Salusan bull issued amuffled bellow and charged against the wall.Wood splintered.The reinforcediron supports screeched.Duncan scrambled backward, terrified.The creature's multifaceted eyes burned acoppery red, as if embers inside the orbs had glowed to life.The bull seemedangry and evil, a child's nightmare come true.For the paseo, the boy wore special white-and-green merh-silks the Duke hadgiven all the stableboys for the day's performance.Duncan had never beforeworn or even touched such fancy clothes, and it made him uncomfortable to bringthem into the dirty stables.But he had a greater sense of uneasiness now.The fabric felt slick on his clean and lotioned skin.Attendants had scrubbedhim, trimmed his hair, cleaned his fingernails.His body felt raw from the cleansing.White lace rode at the wrists above his callused hands.Working inthe stables, his pristine condition would not last long.Safe enough from the bull now, Duncan straightened the cap on his head.Hewatched the beast as it snorted, pawed the plank floor, and rammed the side ofthe cage again.Duncan shook his head in dismay and concern.Turning, he spotted Yresk standing close beside him.The stablemaster noddedcoolly at the ferocious Salusan bull, his puffy eyes haunted and tired."Lookslike he's eager to fight our Duke.""Something's still wrong, sir," Duncan insisted."I've never seen the animalthis riled."Yresk raised his bushy eyebrows and scratched his shock of white hair."Oh, inall your years of experience? I told you not to trouble yourself."Duncan bridled at the sarcasm."Can't you see it yourself, sir?""Stable-rat, Salusan bulls are bred to be vicious.The Duke knows what he'sdoing." Yresk crossed his scarecrow arms over his chest, but he didn't movecloser to the cage."Besides, the more keyed-up this one is, the better he'llfight, and our Duke certainly likes to give a good performance.His people loveit."As if to emphasize Yresk's point, the bull battered itself against the forcefield, bellowing a deep roar from the vast engine of its chest.Its horned headand leathery hide were gashed in places where it had injured itself trying totrample anything in sight."I think we should pick a different bull, Master Yresk.""Nonsense," the other replied, growing more impatient now."The Atreides's ownstable veterinarian has performed body tissue tests, and everything checked out.You should be ready for the paseo, not in here causing trouble.Run along now,before you miss your chance.""I'm trying to prevent trouble, sir," Duncan insisted.He looked defiantly atYresk."I'm going to go talk to the Duke myself.Maybe he'll listen.""You'll do no such thing, stable-rat." Moving like an eel, Yresk grabbed him bythe slippery fabric of the costume."I've been patient enough with you, for theDuke's sake, but I can't let you ruin his bullfight.Don't you see all thepeople out there?"Duncan struggled and cried for help.But the others had already lined up at thegates for the grand parade around the arena.The fanfare sounded a deafeningnote, and the crowd cheered in anticipation.Without being unduly rough, Yresk tossed him into one of the empty stalls,turning on the containment field to keep him in it.Duncan stumbled onto pilesof trampled feed smeared with green-brown manure."You can sit out the event here," Yresk said, looking sad."I should have knownto expect trouble from you, a Harkonnen sympathizer." "But I hate the Harkonnens!" Duncan stood up, trembling with rage.His silkclothes were ruined.He hurled himself against the bars just as the bull haddone, but he had no chance of escaping.Brushing himself off to look presentable again, Yresk strode toward the archedopenings for the paseo.The stablemaster flashed a glance over his shoulder."The only reason you're here, stable-rat, is because the Duke likes you.ButI've run his stables for nigh on twenty years, and I know exactly what I'mdoing.You just leave it be -- I've got work to do."In the cage beside Duncan, the Salusan bull simmered like a boiler about toexplode.DUKE PAULUS ATREIDES stood in the center of the arena.He turned slowly,drawing energy from the enthusiasm of the crowd; residual heat rose from thepacked stands.He flashed them all a sparkling, confident grin.They roaredwith approval.Oh, how his people loved to be entertained!Paulus switched on his body-shield at partial setting.He would have tomaneuver carefully for his protection.The element of danger kept him on histoes, and it made for greater suspense among the spectators.He held themuleta, a brightly colored cloth on a pole, which he would use to distract theattacking animal and divert its attention from his body core.The long barbed staffs, poison-dipped banderillas, were wrapped close to thepole for Paulus to use when he needed them.He would get near to the creatureand spike them into its neck muscles, injecting a neuropoison that wouldgradually weaken the Salusan bull so that he could deliver the coup de grace.Paulus had been through these performances dozens of times before, often formajor Caladan holidays.He was at the top of his form in front of crowds andenjoyed showing off his bravery and skills.It was his way of repaying hissubjects for their devotion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]