Читаем Navigators of Dune полностью

Taref had been cast out after allying with Josef Venport, but maybe there was something worthwhile in what his brother had babbled about after all. Yes, the desert people could claw out a rough existence by hoarding every last drop of moisture and extracting melange dust from the sands, but did life need to be so harsh and primitive? If offworlders offered modern luxuries, what sort of leader would force his people to keep suffering simply out of his own stubbornness? When water was offered, would a thirsty man rather drink pride?

So, although his people had been inconvenienced by having to abandon their sietch and build another one, their cisterns were now full of water purchased from the garden tanks in Arrakis City; their larders were stocked with packaged honey, preserved food, offworld meats, dried fruits, delicacies they had never before tasted—all because of the generous payment Venport had given them.

And now, Emperor Roderick was paying them even more to bring about Venport’s downfall! Modoc had accepted that mission as well. He saw no problem with his duplicity. This obscure offworlder conflict was not his war, nor was it any of his concern. He would profit from it and laugh at both sides.

Now, as his tribe members made their move on the spice bank, they were well armed with new weapons—purchased, ironically, with Venport’s own money. And they had enough explosives to complete their plan.

To be sure, their old sietch would not be an easy target, and the Directeur placed an extraordinarily high value on his stockpile. With the spice harvested by his crews, as well as what Venport’s raiders took from Imperial holding warehouses and black-market traders, Modoc estimated that more than a year’s worth of spice production was already stored in his tribe’s old caves.

But VenHold’s mercenary defense forces and advanced technology only made the place seem impregnable. The Directeur had obtained the best security systems and weaponry available in the Imperium. But in order to load the new spice bank swiftly, his foolish engineers had widened mountain passageways and defiles that had originally restricted access so that only a few Freemen could pass through at a time. Now, the ways into the sietch were broad thoroughfares.

Obvious vulnerabilities.

Modoc doubted if his raiders would have any trouble completing the mission. They were skilled warriors, and the Naib had inflamed their anger toward Venport by exaggerating any slight the business tycoon had committed against them. His people would fight for an enormous payoff, which they had already received from the Emperor, but also to punish the man who had taken over their sietch and driven them from their ancestral home.…

At midmorning, Modoc led his hundreds of handpicked commandos out onto the sands, knowing how long it would take them to cross the desert. He planned to arrive at dusk.

Secure in their stillsuits against heat and moisture loss, his spotters took up positions while experienced worm callers arranged themselves on the high dunes before pounding resonant spikes into the sands, hammering out a rhythmic, irresistible beat to summon the great sandworms.

All of his people had ridden the behemoths before, and each warrior was adept at mounting and guiding each manifestation of Shai-Hulud. The Freemen believed Shai-Hulud watched over their tribes and cared nothing for the invaders who now infested Arrakis like dune lice.

Their beliefs were reaffirmed when sandworms responded to the thumping call. Ripples across the open dunes indicated where the monsters traveled beneath. Spotters on the highest dune crests shaded their eyes in the midmorning sun and pointed at the approaching wormsign. The drummers continued pounding on the spikes, causing more worms to come.

Shai-Hulud was on their side.

When the first worm surfaced in an explosive spray of sand and spice, the Freemen had already surrounded the area. As Naib, Modoc was allowing the more ambitious warriors to do the difficult work. After all, he had created this opportunity that offered such great rewards.

When the first sandworm arose, desert fighters scrambled up its side with maker hooks, and inserted spreading wedges between the ring segments to separate them and expose sensitive flesh beneath. In this way they kept the worm from plunging back into the sands. As the giant creature rolled to avoid pain to its sensitive areas, the warriors added ropes and kept scaling the hard-crusted body, imposing their will on the much larger creature. When twenty fighters had climbed to its crest, they shifted their maker hooks down the curvature of the sandworm’s body, forcing it to turn in the direction they wanted. The worm opened its enormous mouth to show a cave filled with sharp crystalline teeth. They drove the creature out onto the sands, heading toward their old sietch.

When the second worm came, Modoc mounted with the next group of fighters.

Перейти на страницу:

Похожие книги

Аччелерандо
Аччелерандо

Сингулярность. Эпоха постгуманизма. Искусственный интеллект превысил возможности человеческого разума. Люди фактически обрели бессмертие, но одновременно биотехнологический прогресс поставил их на грань вымирания. Наноботы копируют себя и развиваются по собственной воле, а контакт с внеземной жизнью неизбежен. Само понятие личности теперь получает совершенно новое значение. В таком мире пытаются выжить разные поколения одного семейного клана. Его основатель когда-то натолкнулся на странный сигнал из далекого космоса и тем самым перевернул всю историю Земли. Его потомки пытаются остановить уничтожение человеческой цивилизации. Ведь что-то разрушает планеты Солнечной системы. Сущность, которая находится за пределами нашего разума и не видит смысла в существовании биологической жизни, какую бы форму та ни приняла.

Чарлз Стросс

Научная Фантастика
Дневники Киллербота
Дневники Киллербота

Три премии HugoЧетыре премии LocusДве премии NebulaПремия AlexПремия BooktubeSSFПремия StabbyПремия Hugo за лучшую сериюВ далёком корпоративном будущем каждая космическая экспедиция обязана получить от Компании снаряжение и специальных охранных мыслящих андроидов.После того, как один из них «хакнул» свой модуль управления, он получил свободу и стал называть себя «Киллерботом». Люди его не интересуют и все, что он действительно хочет – это смотреть в одиночестве скачанную медиатеку с 35 000 часов кинофильмов и сериалов.Однако, разные форс-мажорные ситуации, связанные с глупостью людей, коварством корпоратов и хитрыми планами искусственных интеллектов заставляют Киллербота выяснять, что происходит и решать эти опасные проблемы. И еще – Киллербот как-то со всем связан, а память об этом у него стерта. Но истина где-то рядом. Полное издание «Дневников Киллербота» – весь сериал в одном томе!Поздравляем! Вы – Киллербот!Весь цикл «Дневники Киллербота», все шесть романов и повестей, которые сделали Марту Уэллс звездой современной научной фантастики!Неосвоенные колонии на дальних планетах, космические орбитальные станции, власть всемогущих корпораций, происки полицейских, искусственные интеллекты в компьютерных сетях, функциональные андроиды и в центре – простые люди, которым всегда нужна помощь Киллербота.«Я теперь все ее остальные книги буду искать. Прекрасный автор, высшая лига… Рекомендую». – Сергей Лукьяненко«Ироничные наблюдения Киллербота за человеческим поведением столь же забавны, как и всегда. Еще один выигрышный выпуск сериала». – Publishers Weekly«Категорически оправдывает все ожидания. Остроумная, интеллектуальная, очень приятная космоопера». – Aurealis«Милая, веселая, остросюжетная и просто убийственная книга». – Кэмерон Херли«Умная, изобретательная, брутальная при необходимости и никогда не сентиментальная». – Кейт Эллиот

Марта Уэллс , Наталия В. Рокачевская

Фантастика / Космическая фантастика / Научная Фантастика