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frontal attack
on a messiah.
Even if you succeed,
their martyrdom remains.
But he is human,
and because he is human...
he has his weaknesses.
So, what do you suggest, Princess?
Something subtle. Something...
unexpected.
A ghost, perhaps.
May I introduce our friend,
Reverend Mother, Scytale of the Tleilaxu.
Get to the point, Wencisia.
I haven't traveled all the way
to the edge of the universe...
to discuss nonsense
with a face dancer.
You Bene Gesserit are desperate to
regain control of Muad'dib's bloodline...
and because you want to break
his monopoly on spice.
He who controls the spice
controls the universe.
As long as Muad'dib controls Arrakis...
we are all at his mercy.
And that's why I intend
to destroy that domination...
and return the imperial throne
to the planet Kaitain...
and the Corrino family,
where it rightfully belongs.
Face dancers, sex toys...
musicians, technicians--
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
friend and teacher.
But Idaho is dead.
Killed by your father's Sardukar.
Even in defeat, my father's men
did not abandon wisdom, Reverend Mother.
A few precious pieces
of Idaho's ruined flesh...
hidden away, saved...
awaiting just the right time,
the right place.
Perfect duplicate. Perfect ghola.
A perfect gift for a lonely emperor.
A time bomb waiting
for the trigger to explode.
- You intend to kill Muad'dib?
- Exactly.
But that will mean chaos.
- Spice production will be disrupted.
- Learn the lesson my father ignored.
It's not who controls the spice...
but who has the ability to disrupt
the spice who controls the universe.
But what makes you think...
Muad'dib will ever accept this... ghost?
I'm leaving it up to the Spacing Guild.
And what of the trigger?
The device to set the time bomb off?
Leave that to me.
Test after test, and still nothing.
I'm 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's the only possibility left.
But the doctors
have never found evidence.
They wouldn't.
Its traces are subtle, confusing.
Of the most sophisticated chemistry.
Beyond their knowledge.
Surely from off-world.
But...
there are remedies.
The ancient Fremen diet...
which might overcome
the contraceptive's effects.
But it's dangerous.
You would be required to eat greater
and greater quantities of spice.
And if you conceive...
it will accelerate your pregnancy.
But the question remains...
who has been able to feed you
the contraceptives for so long?
Be that as it may...
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 Lansraad.
It's nothing but a ruse...
contrived by enemies of House Atreides
to conceal far more 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 brother agrees.
- Father.
I'm waiting.
You must decide.
The first step. You can't wait.
Along the Golden Path.
The answer's standing
right in front of you.
But you must decide.
Alia knows my mind.
I forbid a constitution.
Order in council this day,
et cetera, et cetera.
Irulan, are you taking this down?
Yes, my lord.
We will deliver the formal declaration
when the Guild ambassador arrives...
to present his credentials.
Then...

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