-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнк Герберт
-
- Дюна
-
- Стр. 383/972
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
Truth
.
But
we
’
ve
killed
Harkonnens
.
”
“
What
do
you
do
with
your
own
wounded
?
”
Hawat
demanded
.
“
Does
a
man
not
know
when
he
is
worth
saving
?
”
the
Fremen
asked
.
“
Your
wounded
know
you
have
no
water
.
”
He
tilted
his
head
,
looking
sideways
up
at
Hawat
.
“
This
is
clearly
a
time
for
water
decision
.
Both
wounded
and
unwounded
must
look
to
the
tribe
’
s
future
.
”
The
tribe
’
s
future
,
Hawat
thought
.
The
tribe
of
Atreides
.
There
’
s
sense
in
that
.
He
forced
himself
to
the
question
he
had
been
avoiding
.
“
Have
you
word
of
my
Duke
or
his
son
?
”
Unreadable
blue
eyes
stared
upward
into
Hawat
’
s
.
“
Word
?
”
“
Their
fate
!
”
Hawat
snapped
.
“
Fate
is
the
same
for
everyone
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
Your
Duke
,
it
is
said
,
has
met
his
fate
.
As
to
the
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
,
his
son
,
that
is
in
Liet
’
s
hands
.
Liet
has
not
said
.
”
I
knew
the
answer
without
asking
,
Hawat
thought
.
He
glanced
back
at
his
men
.
They
were
all
awake
now
.
They
had
heard
.
