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much time.
We have to make
those rocks before sunset.
Search parties will be certain
to come out this far now.
- That's not a worm.
- But an animal.
More than one.
It's closer now.
Much closer.
Move!
- There's a cave up there.
- Run.
Get in!History is written
on the sands of Arrakis...
where rebellion and civil war
continue to breed...
fed by Alia's brutal tyranny
and repression...
as she sinks deeper into
the abomination of her own ghosts...
unable to recognize the forces
conspiring against her...
unaware of the whirlwind...
sweeping towards her
across the desert.
Well...
who's gonna explain this to me?
Who's gonna tell me why
I have rioting in my streets...
why my name is being used as a curse?
You simple fools.
The royal twins are missing
from Sietch Tabr.
Lady Jessica
has been abducted off-world.
Rebel alliances are being formed
by tribes to the south.
And now we have anarchy
in the streets of Arakeen!
You are to blame.
Go.
Perhaps you should rest, milady.
It's difficult to think clearly
when one is exhausted by stress.
Leave me. I'm fine.
Such a pity, eh?
Why did you send
that lovely boy away?
I'm not in the mood to indulge
your lurid perversions tonight.
Are they mine
or simply yours in disguise?
After all, I'm only enjoying...
what you started.
Is that so?
Don't forget, child.
I'm not really here.
I'm simply the manifestation...
of what you already are.
Go away! Go away!
Who else knows they are
requesting sanctuary here?
The 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?
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

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