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Mother
to meet your father.
- He was just a boy.
- I remem--
I've been told.
The Reverend Mother brought a nerve
induction box, tested Paul with it.
I was forbidden to interfere.
He might have died.
But he survived.
Of course, you remember this
in a way that I cannot.
Then that's what your fear is.
The memories I've inherited.
The possibility of possession.
The possibility of abomination.
Not you.
I'm sure of that now.
But you're not sure about Leto.
Is he strong enough, Ghani?
Leto? Can he survive
what's coming?
- What is it that's coming?
- The Sacr-Nabai.
The Golden Path.
Leto used those words
when he and I were together.
He has visions...
of a pilgrimage
deep into the desert...
a journey to a faraway place...
where he sees our father...
and speaks to him
of how things must change.
Change?
How?
He can't tell me.
I think he's holding things
back from me.
But I know this: It's not possession,
and it is not abomination.
And when it is my brother's turn
to be tested...
he too will survive...
just as our father did.
The man has arrived to take you
deeper into the desert.
He says he will help you find
what you're looking for.
So now it has been decided
We'll go into the desert.
So you are the Atreides man,
Gurney Halleck.
I don't like it.
Why would the Corrino family
send gifts to Muad'Dib's children?
An attempt to curry favor with
the future emperor and his sister.
You don't believe that
any more than I do, Duncan.
Nothing is ever as it seems
with my sister.
Even an innocent gift of clothing
can be dangerous.
But how?
I want these examined thoroughly.
Report back to me before they're given
to the children. Is that understood?
I can feel your suspicion, Duncan.
You're wondering if there is
something more complex in my motives.
The history of what brought a Corrino
princess into House Atreides...
is not easily forgotten.
Plans within plans,
is that it, mentat?
Do you doubt my allegiance
to this family?
Allegiances once changed
can change again.
Our sources in the palace assure me...
the robes were delivered.
The catalyst is well-hidden.
Little, precious Irulan
will never find them.
Well done.
Alia's paranoia is growing
stronger day by day.
She sees enemies everywhere.
And her only solution--
more and more repression.
Exactly as we want.
The more terror we sow,
the more fear and confusion we harvest.
The more severely Alia responds...
the more Fremen
she drives into the south...
the sooner they will openly rebel.
And then with the twins
out of the way...
Alia will be more vulnerable than ever.
But we mustn't let Farad'n know
about our plans until they're done.
He doesn't have the stomach for it.
How dare you?
These robes are gifts from
Prince Farad'n. A gesture of goodwill.
An opportunity to ease
tension between the houses.
Javid arranged for this himself.
With the regent's approval, of course.
I had to satisfy myself.
Satisfy yourself?
That there was
no subterfuge, no danger.
You insinuated yourself
into a diplomatic matter...
that's none of your business.
The safety of the twins
is every bit my business.
You bloodless bitch.
How is it that I'm blessed with such an
extraordinary counselor as you, Irulan?
What devious finger of fate
turned you from a Corrino toad...
into a simpering Atreides
sycophant?
That's enough!
No, it's not nearly enough.
From now on, my niece and nephew
are no longer under your care.
- You can't do that.
- I am the regent of the empire.
I'm their guardian.
I rule in their name.
That's right.
And don't let them forget it.
Perhaps you should rest.
How can I rest, Mother, when I'm
surrounded by such incompetent fools?
Do you see what's become
of my world, Mother?
Do you see the chaos I must endure?
Yes, I see it.
I'm afraid I see it all too clearly.
- Get rid of them.
- Get out.
All of you, out.
Come.
Still the same arrogant
Bene Gesserit cow.
You must forgive

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