Free Audible God Emperor of Dune By Frank Herbert –

Excerpt from the speech by Hadi Benotto announcing the discoveries at Dar es Balat on the planet of Rakis It not only is my pleasure to announce to you this morning our discovery of this marvelous storehouse containing, among other things, a monumental collection of manuscripts inscribed on ridulian crystal paper, but I also take pride in giving you our arguments for the authenticity of our discoveries, to tell you why we believe we have uncovered the original journals of Leto II, the God EmperorFirst, let me recall to you the historical treasure which we all know by the name of The Stolen Journals, those volumes of known antiquity which over the centuries have been so valuable in helping us to understand our ancestors As you all know, The Stolen Journals were deciphered by the Spacing Guild, and the method of the Guild Key was employed to translate these newly discovered volumes No one denies the antiquity of the Guild Key and it, and it alone, translates these volumesSecond, these volumes were printed by an Ixian dictatel of truly ancient make The Stolen Journals leave no doubt that this was in fact the method employed by Leto II to record his historical observationsThird, and we believe that this is equal in portent to the actual discovery, there is the storehouse itself The repository for these journals is an undoubted Ixian artifact of such primitive and yet marvelous construction that it is sure to throw new light on the historical epoch known as The Scattering As was to be expected, the storehouse was invisible It was buried far deeper than myth and the Oral History had led us to expect and it emitted radiation and absorbed radiation to simulate the natural character of its surroundings, a mechanical mimesis which is not surprising of itself What has surprised our engineers, however, is the way this was done with the most rudimentary and truly primitive mechanical skillsI can see that some of you are as excited by this as we were We believe we are looking at the first Ixian Globe, the no room from which all such devices evolved If it is not actually the first, we believe it must be one of the first and embodying the same principles as the firstLet me address your obvious curiosity by assuring you that we will take you on a brief tour of the storehouse presently We will ask only that you maintain silence while within the storehouse because our engineers and other specialists are still at work there unraveling the mysteriesWhich brings me to my fourth point, and this may well be the capstone of our discoveries It is with emotions difficult to describe that I reveal to you now another discovery at this site namely, actual oral recordings which are labeled as having been made by Leto II in the voice of his father, Paul Muad Dib Since authenticated recordings of the God Emperor are lodged in the Bene Gesserit Archives, we have sent a sampling of our recordings, all of which were made on an ancient microbubble system, to the Sisterhood with a formal request that they conduct a comparison test We have little doubt that the recordings will be authenticatedNow, please turn your attention to the translated excerpts which were handed to you as you entered Let me take this opportunity to apologize for their weight I have heard some of you joking about that We used ordinary paper for a practical reason economy The original volumes are inscribed in symbols so small that they must be magnified substantially before they can be read In fact, it requiresthan forty ordinary volumes of the type you now hold just to reprint the contents of one of the ridulian crystal originalsIf the projector yes We are now projecting part of an original page onto the screen at your left This is from the first page of the first volume Our translation is on the screens to the right I call your attention to the internal evidence, the poetic vanity of the words as well as the meaning derived from the translation The style conveys a personality which is identifiable and consistent We believe that this could only have been written by someone who had the direct experience of ancestral memories, by someone laboring to share that extraordinary experience of previous lives in a way that could be understood by those not so giftedLook now at the actual meaning content All of the references accord with everything history has told us about the one person whom we believe is the only person who could have written such an accountWe have another surprise for you now I have taken the liberty of inviting the well known poet, Rebeth Vreeb, to share the platform with us this morning and to read from this first page a short passage of our translation It is our observation that, even in translation, these words take on a different character when read aloud We want to share with you a truly extraordinary quality which we have discovered in these volumesLadies and gentlemen, please welcome Rebeth VreebFrom the reading by Rebeth Vreeb I assure you that I am the book of fateQuestions are my enemies For my questions explode Answers leap up like a frightened flock, blackening the sky of my inescapable memories Not one answer, not one sufficesWhat prisms flash when I enter the terrible field of my past I am a chip of shattered flint enclosed in a box The box gyrates and quakes I am tossed about in a storm of mysteries And when the box opens, I return to this presence like a stranger in a primitive landSlowly slowly, I say I relearn my nameBut that is not to know myself This person of my name, this Leto who is the second of that calling, finds other voices in his mind, other names and other places Oh, I promise you as I have been promised that I answer to but a single name If you say, Leto, I respond Sufferance makes this true, sufferance and one thingI hold the threads All of them are mine Let me but imagine a topic saymen who have died by the sword and I have them in all of their gore, every image intact, every moan, every grimaceJoys of motherhood, I think, and the birthing beds are mine Serial baby smiles and the sweet cooings of new generations The first walkings of the toddlers and the first victories of youths brought forth for me to share They tumble one upon another until I can see little else but sameness and repetition Keep it all intact, I warn myselfWho can deny the value of such experiences, the worth of learning through which I view each new instant Ahhh, but it s the pastDon t you understand It s only the past This morning I was born in a yurt at the edge of a horse plain in a land of a planet which no longer exists Tomorrow I will be born someone else in another place I have not yet chosen This morning, though ahhh, this life When my eyes had learned to focus, I looked out at sunshine on trampled grass and I saw vigorous people going about the sweet activities of their lives Whereoh where has all of that vigor gonethe stolen journalsThe three people running northward through moon shadows in the Forbidden Forest were strung out along almost half a kilometer The last runner in the line ran less than a hundred meters ahead of the pursuing D wolves The animals could be heard yelping and panting in their eagerness, the way they do when they have the prey in sightWith First Moon almost directly overhead, it was quite light in the forest and, although these were the higher latitudes of Arrakis, it was still warm from the heat of a summer day The nightly drift of air from the Last Desert of the Sareer carried resin smells and the damp exhalations of the duff underfoot Now and again, a breeze from the Kynes Sea beyond the Sareer drifted across the runners tracks with hints of salt and fishesBy a quirk of fate, the last runner was called Ulot, which in the Fremen tongue means Beloved Straggler Ulot was short in stature and with a tendency to fat which had placed an extra dieting burden on him in training for this venture Even when slimmed down for their desperate run, his face remained round, the large brown eyes vulnerable in that suggestion of too much fleshTo Ulot it was obvious that he could not run much farther He panted and wheezed Occasionally, he staggered But he did not call out to his companions He knew they could not help him All of them had taken the same oath, knowing they had no defenses except the old virtues and Fremen loyalties This remained true even though everything that once had been Fremen had now a museum quality rote recitals learned from Museum FremenIt was Fremen loyalty that kept Ulot silent in the full awareness of his doom A fine display of the ancient qualities, and rather pitiful when none of the runners had any but book knowledge and the legends of the Oral History about the virtues they apedThe D wolves ran close behind Ulot, giant gray figures almost man height at the shoulders They leaped and whined in their eagerness, heads lifted, eyes focused on the moon betrayed figure of their quarryA root caught Ulot s left foot and he almost fell This gave him renewed energy He put on a burst of speed, gaining perhaps a wolf length on his pursuers His arms pumped He breathed noisily through his open mouthThe D wolves did not change pace They were silver shadows which went flick flick through the loud green smells of their forest They knew they had won It was a familiar experienceAgain, Ulot stumbled He caught his balance against a sapling and continued his panting flight, gasping, his legs trembling in rebellion against these demands No energy remained for another burst of speedOne of the D wolves, a large female, moved out on Ulot s left flank She swerved inward and leaped across his path Giant fangs ripped Ulot s shoulder and staggered him but he did not fall The pungency of blood was added to the forest smells A smaller male caught his right hip and at last Ulot fell, screaming The pack pounced and his screams were cut off in abrupt finalityNot stopping to feed, the D wolves again took up the chase Their noses probed the forest floor and the vagrant eddies in the air, scenting the warm tracery of tworunning humansThe next runner in the line was named Kwuteg, an old and honorable name on Arrakis, a name from the Dune times An ancestor had served Sietch Tabr as Master of the Deathstills, but that wasthan three thousand years lost in a past which many no longer believed Kwuteg ran with the long strides of a tall and slender body which seemed perfectly fitted to such exertion Long black hair streamed back from his aquiline features As with his companions, he wore a black running suit of tightly knitted cotton It revealed the workings of his buttocks and stringy thighs, the deep and steady rhythm of his breathing Only his pace, which was markedly slow for Kwuteg, betrayed the fact that he had injured his right knee coming down from the man made precipices which girdled the God Emperor s Citadel fortress in the SareerKwuteg heard Ulot s screams, the abrupt and potent silence, then the renewed chase yelps of the D wolves He tried not to let his mind create the image of another friend being slain by Leto s monster guardians but imagination worked its sorcery on him Kwuteg thought a curse against the tyrant but wasted no breath to voice it There remained a chance that he could reach the sanctuary of the Idaho River Kwuteg knew what his friends thought about him even Siona He had always been known as a conservative Even as a child he had saved his energy until it counted most, parceling out his reserves like a miserIn spite of the injured knee, Kwuteg increased his pace He knew the river was near His injury had gone beyond agony into a steady flame which filled his entire leg and side with its burning He knew the limits of his endurance He knew also that Siona should be almost at the water The fastest runner of them all, she carried the sealed packet and, in it, the things they had stolen from the fortress in the Sareer Kwuteg focused his thoughts on that packet as he ranSave it, Siona Use it to destroy him The eager whining of the D wolves penetrated Kwuteg s consciousness They were too close He knew then that he would not escapeBut Siona must escape He risked a backward glance and saw one of the wolves move to flank him The pattern of their attack plan imprinted itself on his awareness As the flanking wolf leaped Kwuteg also leaped Placing a tree between himself and the pack, he ducked beneath the flanking wolf, grasped one of its hind legs in both hands and, without stopping, whirled the captive wolf as a flail which scattered the others Finding the creature not as heavy as he had expected, almost welcoming the change of action, he flailed his living bludgeon at the attackers in a dervish whirl which brought two of them down in a crash of skulls But he could not guard every side A lean male caught him in the back, hurling him against a tree and he lost his bludgeon Go he screamedThe pack bored in and Kwuteg caught the throat of the lean male in his teeth He bit down with every gram of his final desperation Wolf blood spurted over his face, blinding him Rolling without any knowledge of where he went, Kwuteg grappled another wolf Part of the pack dissolved into a yelping, whirling mob, some turning against their own injured Most of the pack remained intent on the quarry, though Teeth ripped Kwuteg s throat from both sidesSiona, too, had heard Ulot scream, then the unmistakable silence followed by the yelping of the pack as the wolves resumed the chase Such anger filled her that she felt she might explode with it Ulot had been included in this venture because of his analytical ability, his way of seeing a whole from only a few parts It had been Ulot who, taking the inevitable magnifier from his kit, had examined the two strange volumes they had found in with the Citadel s plans I think it s a cipher, Ulot had saidPraise for GodEmperor of DuneRich fareHeady stuff Los Angeles Times A fourth visit to distant Arrakis that is every bit as fascinating as the other threeevery bit as timely Time Praise for DuneI know nothing comparable to it except Lord of the RingsArthur C ClarkeA portrayal of an alien societycomplete and deeply detailed than any other author in the field has manageda story absorbing equally for its action and philosophical vistas The Washington Post Book WorldOne of the monuments of modern science fiction Chicago TribunePowerful, convincing, and most ingeniousRobert A HeinleinHerberts creation of this universe, with its intricate development and analysis of ecology, religion, politics and philosophy, remains one of the supreme and seminal achievements in science fiction Louisville Times

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