Spacing Guild, of course. They would provide transport with Idaho's bribes. The Bene Gesserit will surely be informed, if they don't know already. Then Alia will be forced to implicate us in this adventure. She'll have to make it appear as if we arranged the whole thing. We should refuse them safe harbor... return them to Arrakis and wash our hands of the entire matter. On the contrary, Tyek. Perhaps we should think of Lady Jessica's visit... as an endowment, not a threat. The woman has many talents, I've read. Perhaps they could be of some use to us. You mean to you. I see no reason why I shouldn't continue my education by all means necessary. Any woman who can seduce Duke Leto Atreides... and a planet of desert Fremen is not to be trifled with. Are you suggesting she might try to seduce me? Don't play the fool, Farad'n. She would be a dangerous guest. But... a grateful one. He may have a point. May the wind strip the flesh from your bones. May Shai-Hulud clear the path before you. Sachar-Nabai. When we meet again. My skin is not my own. The Golden Path is dangerous, Son. It's the choice I couldn't take... the desert storm that cannot be stopped. You will become that storm... my son... the whirlwind. And nothing will be able to stop you... not even yourself. This is for Leto. We've confirmed that it was Ghanima's knife that killed Palimbasha. And the communicator he was wearing? Off-world manufacture for sure. We found a transceiver implanted in a tiger's neck. And we also found this in the desert. Should I arrange transport to the palace? No! Whoever will benefit from the death of these children... will not rest until they're sure they've succeeded. Until the time is right... she'll be safer here than anywhere. Sand trout. So you know your desert farming, young Atreides. That's right, Atreides. Don't be foolish. We have your water in our cup. Alive? She's alive? That clever bitch Ghanima survived our tigers. We must improvise quickly. Tell our man in the Atreides palace, the priest Javid... he must stir Alia's pot some more. Yes, Princess. They left our priest's body where we would be sure to find it. He was assassinated by Fremen rebels from a sietch near Hirbana Erg. He was traveling with diplomatic immunity when they attacked. They carved blasphemy into his skin, milady. Horrible, profane curses about you and your family. "Cursed be the name Atreides. Burning be on you for the abomination you have visited on our desert. You shall have no soul, no spirit. You shall not be permitted to come up from the depths." The obscenities of desert rebels, Holiness. An example must be made... to warn other tribes what happens... if they persist in this insurrection. No mercy. I want all traces of the rebel sietch wiped out. You will be Leto... son of Muad'Dib. I am Sabiha. I am meant to watch over you. Yes, and no doubt kill me if I try to escape. That won't happen. Drink. I warn you, any attempt at witchery shall result in immediate execution. We are seeking safe harbor, not an opportunity for treachery. So you say. But why should we risk... sheltering fugitives from the Imperium? Who says that we are fugitives? Your confrontation with Alia has already taken on... mythic proportions, Lady Jessica. Several Fremen tribes are known to be in open revolt against the Quizrate. Civil war seems imminent. My grandchildren will prevent that. Not if they're dead. I'm sorry, Jessica Atreides... to be the bearer of bad news, but... it seems your grandchildren have been the victims... of a well-planned assassination plot. - Assassination? - Our reports indicate... the Atreides twins went missing from Sietch Tabr. They were attacked in the desert. Leto was killed. They're not sure what became of the girl. We have reason to believe Alia herself may have planned the killings. - That is
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