bh.houseatreides-第88部分

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　Shaddam　smiled　politely。　〃It　shall　be　done。〃
　〃By　your　leave　then；　Sire；〃　the　Suk　said；　bowing　and　retreating　hastily。　The　doctor　hurried　away　with　a　rustling　of　medical　robes。　His　long　steel…gray　hair　dangled　in　its　ponytail；　clasped　by　a　silver　ring。
　When　they　were　alone；　Fenring　said　with　a　crafty　smile；　〃It　was　either　that　or　kill　the　bastard；　and　we　didn't　dare　risk　that。〃
　An　hour　later；　through　an　unfortunate　series　of　events；　Emperor　Elrood　IX　was　reduced　to　ashes　in　the　Imperial　crematorium；　and　his　remains　were　misplaced。　A　Court　orderly　and　two　medical　attendants　paid　for　the　mistake　with　their　lives。
　Memory　and　History　are　two　sides　of　the　same　coin。　In　time；　however；　History　tends　to　slant　itself　toward　a　favorable　impression　of　events；　while　Memory　is　doomed　to　preserve　the　worst　aspects。
　…LADY　HELENA　ATREIDES；
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　Father；　I　was　not　ready。
　The　nighttime　seas　on　Caladan　were　rough；　and　wind…driven　rain　pelted　the　windows　of　the　Castle's　east　tower。　Another　sort　of　storm　raged　within　Duke　Leto；　though：　concern　for　the　future　of　his　troubled　House。
　He　had　avoided　this　duty　for　too　long。。。for　months；　in　fact。　On　this　isolated　evening；　he　wanted　nothing　more　than　to　sit　in　a　fire…warmed　room　in　the　pany　of　Rhombur　and　Kailea。　Instead；　he　had　decided　at　last　to　go　through　some　of　the　Old　Duke's　personal　items。
　Storage　chests　containing　his　father's　things　were　brought　in　and　lined　up　along　one　wall。　Servants　had　stoked　up　the　flaming　logs　in　the　fireplace　to　a　fine　blaze；　and　a　crock　of　mulled　wine　filled　the　room　with　the　spicy　scents　of　terrameg　and　a　bit　of　expensive　melange。　Four　small　glowglobes　provided　enough　light　to　see　by。
　Kailea　had　found　a　fur　cloak　in　storage；　taken　it　as　her　own；　and　wrapped　herself　just　to　keep　warm　　but　it　also　made　her　look　stunning。　Despite　the　radical　changes　in　her　life；　how　far　she　had　fallen　from　her　dreams　of　sparkling　at　the　Imperial　Court；　the　Vernius　daughter　was　a　survivor。　Through　sheer　force　of　will　Kailea　seemed　to　bend　the　environment　around　herself；　making　the　best　of　things。
　Despite　the　political　drawbacks　of　any　romance　with　the　renegade　family；　Duke　Leto　　now　ruler　of　his　Great　House　　found　himself　even　more　attracted　to　her。　But　he　remembered　his　father's　primary　admonition：　Never　marry　for　love；　or　it　will　bring　our　House　down。　Paulus　Atreides　had　hammered　that　into　his　son　as　much　as　any　other　leadership　training。　Leto　knew　he　could　never　shrug　off　the　Old　Duke's　mand；　it　was　too　much　a　part　of　him。
　Still；　he　was　drawn　to　Kailea；　though　thus　far　he　hadn't　found　the　courage　to　express　his　feelings　to　her。　He　thought　she　knew；　even　so；　Kailea　had　a　strong；　logical　mind。　He　saw　it　in　her　emerald　eyes；　in　the　curve　of　her　catlike　mouth；　in　the　contemplative　looks　she　gave　him　when　she　thought　he　wouldn't　notice。
　With　Leto's　permission；　Rhombur　searched　curiously　through　some　of　the　massive　storage　chests；　looking　for　old　wartime　mementos　of　the　friendship　between　Duke　Paulus　and　Dominic　Vernius。　Reaching　deep　into　one　chest；　he　brought　out　an　embroidered　cape　and　unfolded　it。　〃What's　this？　I　never　saw　your　father　wear　it。〃
　Leto　studied　the　design　and　knew　instantly　what　it　was　　the　hawk　of　House　Atreides　embracing　the　Richesian　lamp　of　knowledge。　〃I　believe　that's　his　wedding　cloak；　from　when　he　and　my　mother　were　married。〃
　〃Oh；〃　Rhombur　said；　his　voice　trailing　off　in　embarrassment。　〃Sorry。〃　He　folded　the　cape　and　stuffed　it　back　into　the　box。
　Shaking　his　head；　Leto　took　a　deep　breath。　He'd　known　they　would　encounter　many　such　memory　land　mines；　and　he　would　just　have　to　endure　them。　〃My　father　didn't　choose　to　die　and　leave　me　in　this　position；　Rhombur。　My　mother　made　her　own　choices。　She　could　have　been　a　valued　advisor　to　me。　Under　other　circumstances　I　would　have　weled　her　assistance　and　wise　counsel。　But　instead。。。〃　He　sighed　and　looked　bitterly　over　at　Kailea。　〃As　I　said；　she　made　her　own　choices。〃
　Only　Leto　and　the　warrior　Mentat　knew　the　truth　about　Helena's　plicity　in　the　murder；　and　it　was　a　secret　Leto　vowed　to　carry　with　him　to　his　grave。　With　the　death　of　the　stablemaster　during　interrogation；　Duke　Leto　Atreides　had　fresh；　bright　blood　on　his　hands　　his　first；　but　certainly　not　his　last。　Not　even　Rhombur　or　Kailea　suspected　the　truth。
　He　had　sent　his　mother　out　of　Castle　Caladan　with　two　of　her　servants；　chosen　by　him。　For　her　〃rest　and　well…being；〃　Lady　Helena　had　been　taken　to　the　Eastern　Continent　where　she　would　live　under　primitive　conditions　with　the　Sisters　in　Isolation；　a　retrogressive　religious　mune。　Haughtily；　but　without　bothering　to　demand　explanations　for　her　son's　behavior；　Helena　had　accepted　her　banishment。
　Though　he　put　up　a　strong　front；　Leto　privately　mourned　the　loss　of　his　mother；　and　was　astounded　to　find　himself　without　both　parents　in　the　space　of　a　few　months。　But　Helena　had　mitted　the　most　abhorrent　act　of　betrayal　against　her　own　family；　her　own　House；　and　he　knew　he　could　never　forgive　her；　could　never　see　her　again。　Killing　her　was　out　of　the　question；　the　thought　had　barely　crossed　his　mind。　She　was；　after　all；　his　mother；　and　he　was　not　like　her。　Besides；　getting　her　out　of　his　sight　was　a　practical　matter；　for　he'd　been　left　with　vast　holdings　to　manage；　and　the　welfare　of　the　citizens　of　Caladan　had　priority。　He　needed　to　get　down　to　the　business　of　running　House　Atreides。
　From　a　chest　of　items；　Rhombur　brought　out　a　set　of　old…fashioned　handmade　playing　cards　and　some　of　the　Old　Duke's　awards；　including　military　badges　of　honor；　a　chipped　knife；　and　a　small　bloodstained　banner。　Leto　discovered　seashells；　a　colored　scarf；　an　unsigned　love　poem；　a　lock　of　auburn　hair　（not　Helena's　color）；　then　a　lock　of　blonde　hair；　and　enameled　brass　armbands　designed　for　a　woman；　but　he　had　no　idea　how　to　explain　the　items。
　He　knew　his　father　had　taken　mistresses；　though　Paulus　had　brought　none　of　them　into　the　Castle　as　bound　concubines。　He'd　merely　enjoyed　himself；　and　had　no　doubt　showered　the　women　with　trinkets　or　fabrics　or　sweetmeats。
　Leto　ignored　those　items　and　closed　the　heavy　lid　of　the　box。　Duke　Paulus　was　entitled　to　his　own　memories；　his　past；　and　his　secrets。　None　of　these　mementos　had　any　bearing　on　the　fortunes　of　House　Atreides。　He　needed　to　concern　himself　with　politics　and　business。　Thufir　Hawat；　other　Court　advisors；　and　even　Prince　Rhombur　were　doing　their　best　to　guide　him；　but　Leto　felt　like　a　newborn；　having　to　learn　everything　from　scratch。
　As　the　rain　continued　outside；　Kailea　poured　a　mug　of　the　mulled　wine　and　handed　it　to　Leto；　then　drew　two　more　for　herself　and　her　brother。　Thoughtfully　the　Duke　sipped　it；　savoring　the　spicy　flavor。　Warmth　seeped　into　his　bones；　and　he　smiled　when　he　thanked　her。
　She　looked　down　at　the　odd　paraphernalia　and　adjusted　one　of　the　gold　bs　in　her　deep　copper　hair。　Leto　noticed　that　her　lower　lip　was　trembling。　〃What　is　it；　Kailea？〃
　She　took　a　deep　breath　and　looked　at　her　brother；　then　at　Leto。　〃I'll　never　have　a　chance　to　go　through　my　mother's　things　like　this。　Not　from　the　Grand　Palais；　not　even　the　few　precious　items　she　took　with　her　when　we　fled。〃
　Rhombur　came　forward　and　held　his　sister；　but　she　continued　to　look　at　Leto。　〃My　mother　had　keepsakes　from　the　Emperor　himself；　treasures　he　gave　her　when　she　left　his　service。　She　had　so　many　memories；　so　many　stories　left　to　tell　me。　I　didn't　spend　enough　time　listening　to　her　when　she　was　alive。〃
　〃It'll　be　all　right；〃　Rhombur　said；　trying　to　console　her。　〃We'll　make　our　own　memories。〃
　〃And　we'll　make　them　remember　us；〃　Kailea　said；　her　voice　suddenly　brittle。
　Feeling　sick　inside；　and　deeply　weary；　Leto　rubbed　the　ducal　signet　ring　on　his　finger。　It　still　felt　strange　and　heavy　there；　but　he　knew　he　would　never　remove　it　until　someday　far　in　the　future；　when　he　would　pass　it　to　his　own　son　to　continue　the　traditions　of　House　Atreides。
　Outside；　the　storm　flung　more　rain　at　the　walls　and　windows　of　the　ancient　stone　Castle；　while　the　sea　shushed　a　foamy　lullaby　against　the　cliffs　far　below。　Caladan　felt　very　large　and　overwhelming　around　him；　and　Leto　seemed　incredibly　small。　Though　it　was　still　an　inhospitable　night；　when　the　young　Duke　exchanged　smiles　with　Kailea　and　Rhombur；　he　felt　warm　and　fortable　in　his　home。
　LETO　LEARNED　OF　the　Emperor's　death　as　he　and　three　attendants　were　struggling　to　hang　the　mounted　Salusan　bull's…head　in　the　dining　hall。　Workers　used　ropes　and　pulleys　to　haul　the　monstrous　trophy　onto　a　spot　on　the　previously　unadorned；　highly　polished　walls。
　A　grim　Thufir　Hawat　stood　by；　watching　with　hands　clasped　behind　his　back。　Absently；　the　Mentat　touched　the　long　scar　on　his　leg；　a　souvenir　of　the　time　when　he　had　rescued　a　much　younger　Paulus　from　another　rampaging　bull。　This　time；　however；　he　had　not　acted　swiftly　enough。。。。
　Kailea　shuddered　as　she　looked　up　at　the　ugly　creature。　〃It's　going　to　be　hard　to　eat　in　this　hall；　with　that　thing　staring　down　at　us。　I　can　still　see　the　blood　on　its　horns。〃
　Leto　regarded　the　bull's…head　with　an　appraising　eye。　〃I　see　it　as　a　reminder　that　I　must　never　let　my　guard　down。　Even　a　dumb　animal　　albeit　with　the　interference　of　human　conspirators　　can　conquer　the　leader　of　a　Great　House　of　the　Landsraad。〃　He　felt　a　shiver。　〃Think　of　that　lesson；　Kailea。〃
　〃I'm　afraid　that's　not　a　very　forting　thought；〃　she　murmured；　her　green　eyes　bright　with　unshed　tears。　Blinking　to　clear　her　vision；　she　turned　back　to　her　own　activities。
　With　a　ridulian　crystal　report　folder　open　before　her　on　the　table；　she　devoted　her　energies　to　studying　the　household　accounts。　Using　what　she　had　learned　in　the　Orb　Office　on　Ix；　Kailea　analyzed　the　ine　streams　for　Atreides　holdings　in　order　to　determine　how　work　and　productivity　were　distributed　on　Caladan's　continents　and　seas。　She　and　Leto　had　been　discussing　the　matter　in　depth；　despite　their　youth。　The　exiled　Kailea　Vernius　had　an　excellent　head　for　business；　Leto　was　delighted　to　discover。
　〃Being　a　good　Duke　is　not　all　swordplay　and　bullfighting；〃　Thufir　Hawat　had　told　him　once；　long　before　all　the　latest　troubles　and　challenges。　〃Management　of　little　things　is　often　a　more　difficult　battle。〃　For　some　reason　the　statement　had　stuck