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emperor,
no longer a god...
a simple blind Fremen wanders alone
into the desert to die.
They say he has gone on a journey...
into the land where men walk
without footprints.
He will not be found...
yet all men will find him.
I wonder if that's what he wanted.
I need you, Duncan,
more than ever.
Stay with me.
Muad'dib is gone,
but his children remain...
and conspiracies continue to breed.
The saga of Dune is far from over.History is written
on the sands of Arrakis.
Muad'Dib is gone...
but his children remain...
almost grown...
and about to face the consequences
of their father's legacy...
a legacy fiercely guarded
by their aunt, Alia...
even as she struggles with the ominous
destiny of her own birthright.
Here I am.
Here I remain.
The Golden Path.
The path I couldn't take.
It's up to you now, my son.
The Golden Path is dangerous, son.
Leto.
I was hoping to see a worm.
You know they never come
close enough to see anymore.
The water has driven them away.
Everything's changing, Ghani.
Changing too fast.
You've had another vision,
haven't you?
My skin wasn't my own.
I was running across the desert
just so fast...
just running and running...
to Jacarutu.
I saw him there again,
our father.
- You sure it was him?
- Yes.
And he spoke of the Golden Path.
It frightens me.
I'm afraid of what it could mean
about us.
- We're not like Alia, Ghani.
- Are you sure?
Will you tell our grandmother all this
when we see her?
I don't know.
What do you think?
It might be wise
to understand her a bit better...
before we allow her
to understand us.
They've come for us.
Haven't they, Irulan?
I expect you both to be
courteous and respectful.
None of your sly comments.
She's a Bene Gesserit...
and she'll know if you're
keeping things from her.
Why should we
keep anything from her?
Do we have anything worth keeping?
That's what I mean, Leto.
Stilgar and I are almost
at our limits with your wit.
Worm sign.
I didn't see anything.
Perhaps a slightly higher altitude
would be advisable, Leto.
My father used to love being this close
to the ground when he flew.
And you, of course,
know this intuitively, don't you?
Just like how you knew to fly
without any training.
Don't forget your Bene Gesserit
training, Stepmother.
Fear is the mind killer.
I'm afraid she's about
to let it pass through her.
It's beautiful.
Simply beautiful.
Have we gone too far?
Have we 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

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