-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнк Герберт
-
- Дюна
-
- Стр. 394/972
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
A
“
thwok
-
thwok
”
of
ornithopter
wings
sounded
high
to
the
right
behind
Hawat
’
s
group
.
The
craft
came
over
the
cliff
wall
above
them
—
an
Atreides
‘
thopter
with
Harkonnen
battle
colors
splashed
on
it
.
The
’
thopter
swooped
toward
the
men
crossing
the
sink
.
The
group
there
stopped
on
a
dune
crest
,
waved
.
The
‘
thopter
circled
once
over
them
in
a
tight
curve
,
came
back
for
a
dust
-
shrouded
landing
in
front
of
the
Fremen
.
Five
men
swarmed
from
the
’
thopter
and
Hawat
saw
the
dust
-
repellent
shimmering
of
shields
and
,
in
their
motions
,
the
hard
competence
of
Sardaukar
.
“
Aiihh
!
They
use
their
stupid
shields
,
”
the
Fremen
beside
Hawat
hissed
.
He
glanced
toward
the
open
south
wall
of
the
sink
.
“
They
are
Sardaukar
,
”
Hawat
whispered
.
“
Good
.
”
The
Sardaukar
approached
the
waiting
group
of
Fremen
in
an
enclosing
half
-
circle
.
Sun
glinted
on
blades
held
ready
.
The
Fremen
stood
in
a
compact
group
,
apparently
indifferent
.
Abruptly
,
the
sand
around
the
two
groups
sprouted
Fremen
.
They
were
at
the
ornithopter
,
then
in
it
.
Where
the
two
groups
had
met
at
the
dune
crest
,
a
dust
cloud
partly
obscured
violent
motion
.
Presently
,
dust
settled
.
Only
Fremen
remained
standing
.
“
They
left
only
three
men
in
their
’
thopter
,
”
the
Fremen
beside
Hawat
said
.
