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s why I intend
to destroy that domination.
To return the Imperial throne
to Planet Kaitain...
...and the Corrino family.
Right where it belongs!
Face Dancers, sex toys, technicians, musicians...
...whatever the need, we have the breed.
Good Gods...
Good chemistry is more like it.
Duncan Idaho.
Yes, the Atreides hero.
Paul Muad'dib's most beloved friends and teachers.
But Duncan Idaho is dead.
Killed by your father's Sardaukar.
Even in defeat, my father's men did
not abandon wisdom, Reverend Mother.
A few precious pieces of
Idaho's ruined flesh were saved.
Hidden away, awaiting just
the right time, the right place.
A perfect duplicate.
A perfect ghola.
The perfect gift for a lonely Emperor.
A time-bomb.
Waiting for the trigger to set it off.
You intend to kill the Muad'Dib?
Exactly !
But, that will mean chaos!
The Spice production will be disrupted.
Learn the lesson my father ignored.
It is not who controls the Spice, but who has
the ability to disrupt the Spice controls the universe.
But, what makes you think Muad'dib
will ever accept this...
...ghost?
I am letting it up to the Spacing Guild.
And what of this... 'trigger'?
The device to set the time-bomb off?
Leave that to me.
...test after test
and still nothing.
I am healthy, strong.
No matter what they do, the doctors can't find
the reason why I'm unable to conceive...
What does Muad'Dib say?
Muad'Dib is... afraid.
He fears for me,
if I have another child
I can feel it.
- He may be right to fear!
Someone has been feeding you a poison.
It is the only possibility left.
But the doctors have never
found evidence!
They wouldn't.
It's traces are subtle, confusing.
Of the most sophisticated chemistry.
Beyond their knowledge.
Surely from off-world.
But... There are remedies!
The ancient Fremen diet, that might
overcome the contraceptive's effects.
But it's dangerous.
It would require you to eat greater
and greater quantities of spice.
And if you conceive,
it would accelerate your pregnancy....
But the question remains.
Who has been able to feed you
the contraceptive for so long?
.............
This is a question that cannot
be delayed any longer.
The Great Houses are still demanding
that a constitution be on the agenda
at the next convention
of the Landsraad.
It's nothing but a ruse.
Contrived by enemies of House Atreides
to conceal more far sinister motives.
Perhaps we could offer the
appearance of a constitution.
Something ceremonial.
It doesn't need to be real.
Deceit, after all,
is a legitimate tool of statecraft.
Bravo, sister-in-law.
I couldn't have said it better.
Yes, perhaps something
at the local level.
Something impotent.
Virtually meaningless.
No! Atreides power must
never be marginalized
by the chaos of democracy!
I'm sure my borther agrees...
Father!
I'm waiting.
You must decide.
...the first step...
...you can't wait...
...along the Golden Path.
The answer is
standing in front of you.
But you must decide!
Alia knows my mind.
I forbid a constitution.
Order in council this day, etc, etc....
Irulan, are you taking this note?
Yes, m' Lord.
We will deliver the formal
declaration when...
...the Guild Ambassador arrives to
present his credentials.
Then... if there's nothing more...
A Guild Embassy, Muad'dib?
On Arrakis?
The Council of Naibs
won't like this, Muad'dib.
We remember well
how the Guild brought those who oppressed us.
How they blackmailed us for spice
to keep our secrets from our enemies.
Think I've forgotten, Stil?
This decision troubles me, Muad'dib.
There is something...
reckless about it.
Not reckless...
Necessary!
You will know the reasons soon enough.
Now, I trust you'll convince
the Naibs of the wisdom in this.
A Guild Ambassador,
here on Arrakis.
Muad'dib's decision strikes some
as mysterious, even dangerous.
But Muad'Dib never does
anything without reason.
I should spill your water on the
sand for what you've done.
I

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