"Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson - Dune- Nighttime Shadows on Open Sand" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

but the older man experienced them only as esoteric data. He didn't
understand the desert in his heart or in his soul...

For years, Kynes had lived among the Fremen. It was said that Emperor
Shaddam IV had little interest in his activities, and since Kynes asked
for no funding and few supplies, the Emperor and the Harkonnens left
him alone. With each passing year he slipped farther from attention.
Shaddam and his advisors had stopped expecting any grand revelations
from the Planetologist's periodic reports.

This suited Pardot Kynes, and his son as well.

In his wanderings, Kynes often made trips to outlying villages where
the people of the pan and graben scratched out squalid lives. True
Fremen rarely mixed with the townspeople, and viewed them with
veiled contempt for being too soft, too civilized. Liet would never have
lived in those pathetic settlements for all the solaris in the Imperium.
But still, Pardot visited them.

Eschewing roads and commonly traveled paths, they rode in the
groundcar, checking meteorological stations and collecting data, though
Pardot's troops of devoted Fremen would gladly have done this menial
work for their "Umma," or prophet.

Liet-Kynes's features echoed many of his father's, though with a leaner
face and the close-set eyes of his Fremen mother. He had pale hair, and
his chin was still smooth, though later he would likely grow a beard
similar to the great Planetologist's. Liet's eyes had the deep blue of
spice addiction, since every meal and breath of air was laced with
melange.

Liet heard a sharp intake of breath from his father as they passed the
jagged elbow of a canyon where camouflaged catchtraps directed
moisture to plantings of rabbitbush and poverty grasses. "See? It's
taking on a life of its own. We'll 'cycle' the planet through prairie phase
into forest over several generations. The sand has a high salt content,
indicating old oceans, and the spice itself is alkaline." He chuckled.
"People in the Imperium would be horrified that we'd use spice
byproducts for something as menial as fertilizer." He smiled at his son.
"But we know the value of such things, eh? If we break down the spice,
we can set up protein digestion. Even now, if we flew high enough, we
could spot patches of green where matted plant growth holds the dune
faces in place."

The young man sighed. His father was a great man with magnificent
dreams for Dune-and yet Kynes was so focused on one thing that he
failed to see the universe around him. Liet knew that if any Harkonnen
patrols found the plantings, they would destroy them and punish the
Fremen.