-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнк Герберт
-
- Дюна
-
- Стр. 482/972
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Halleck
hesitated
,
sensing
wisdom
and
sympathy
in
Tuek
’
s
words
,
yet
troubled
for
no
reason
he
could
explain
.
“
Trust
your
own
abilities
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
Whose
decisions
brought
your
force
through
the
battle
?
Yours
.
Decide
.
”
“
It
must
be
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
The
Duke
and
his
son
are
dead
?
”
“
The
Harkonnens
believe
it
.
Where
such
things
are
concerned
,
I
incline
to
trust
the
Harkonnens
.
”
A
grim
smile
touched
Tuek
’
s
mouth
.
“
But
it
’
s
about
the
only
trust
I
give
them
.
”
“
Then
it
must
be
,
”
Halleck
repeated
.
He
held
out
his
right
hand
,
palm
up
and
thumb
folded
flat
against
it
in
the
traditional
gesture
.
“
I
give
you
my
sword
.
”
“
Accepted
.
”
“
Do
you
wish
me
to
persuade
my
men
?
”
“
You
’
d
let
them
make
their
own
decision
?
”
“
They
’
ve
followed
me
this
far
,
but
most
are
Caladan
-
born
.
Arrakis
isn
’
t
what
they
thought
it
’
d
be
.
Here
,
they
’
ve
lost
everything
except
their
lives
.
I
’
d
prefer
they
decided
for
themselves
now
.
”
“
Now
is
no
time
for
you
to
falter
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
They
’
ve
followed
you
this
far
.
