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forgotten?
Bless the maker and his water.
Bless his coming and his going.
May his passing cleanse the world.
May he keep the world for his people.
- Ba-Li-Kaifa.
- That wasn't funny.
Duncan!
Love!
You've taken
too much spice again.
I've opened a bottomless pit.
A swarm of locusts
is flying up to harass me.
Why can't I see, Duncan? Why?
See what?
The future.
My vision is incomplete.
The future. It's there, Duncan,
just out of reach.
Why am I always being pulled back?
Perhaps you should ask yourself
why is it necessary to see it.
- Don't patronize me.
- I don't patronize.
I care. That's all.
Why is she coming, Duncan?
Why now?
So that's it.
After all these years since she saw
her grandchildren on Caladan.
And in six months,
they will be of age.
Reason for me, Duncan.
Be my mentat for a moment,
not my husband.
No Bene Gesserit acts
without preordained plans...
without well-planned deceit.
And my mother, for all her independence,
is still a Bene Gesserit-Adept.
Clouds.
Moisture in the air.
- It seems almost a sacrilege.
- You sound like a Fremen.
I haven't forgotten the years
I spent among them.
I haven't forgotten
the honesty of their ways.
At times I wish
I'd never learned them.
I hate this planet, Gurney.
It took both the men I loved.
And it's still a place
of great danger, milady.
Rumors of assassination plots
are too numerous to ignore.
Stilgar has sent word
that even Fremen may be involved.
Desert partisans who blame you...
for Paul's interference
in the ecology of this planet.
I'm so weary of rumors.
They are the lifeblood of this empire,
I'm afraid.
Reason enough this trip
should have been delayed.
This way!
The tigers track the robes flawlessly.
Our friend Palimbasha
has done his job well.
It appears your patience
is about to be rewarded, milady.
Yes. I've waited many years, Tyek...
for just the right moment
to finish the Atreides.
Patience has been my only nourishment.
Our allies on Arrakis
continue to instigate civil unrest.
Alia's hold on power
is beginning to slip.
And now we have the means
to deal with Muad'Dib's twins.
- I hope milady is satisfied.
- Oh, I won't be satisfied...
until every bastard Atreides
is crushed...
beneath the jackboots
of the Corrino Sardukar.
Like the desperate pacing of giant cats
in the zoos of ancient times.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not the scholar you are,
young prince.
Back and forth.
Back and forth until they made
themselves sick, just like this worm.
Just like my mother...
with her futile schemes
to regain power for the House Corrino.
Your mother is an ambitious woman,
my prince.
Her ambitions tend to be
undisturbed by reality, I'm afraid.
You don't share her desire to regain
your grandfather's throne for yourself?
Only a fool covets power without
appreciating its delicate uses...
or fearing its inherent perils.
The world of Shaddam the Fourth
remains only in crumbling history books.
We hate the empire that defeated it,
but have no idea what we'd like instead.
The kind of society we once had,
I assume.
My mother may believe that's possible,
Tyek, but I'm not so sure.
I'm just not so sure.
I heard about your little stunt
in the desert.
Well, I prefer to think of it
as expert flying, but carry on.
With your encouragement.
Our father's memories
are very instructive.
Well, I suppose I should be grateful
I don't have to tell your grandmother...
you were lost to a worm
before she was supposed to see you.
That would have been an unpleasant task,
wouldn't it?
It's rumored my mother has resumed
her allegiance to the Bene Gesserit...
and you both know what the Sisterhood
thinks of those of us who are pre-born.
And you want us to pretend
to be something we're not?
I expect you to protect yourselves.
No more talk of your father's memories
or his spirit or his animus.
Surely one can distinguish
between being pre-born--
And being possessed.
For some, that's a

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