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confront the possibility?
Muad'Dib was afraid.
He was trapped
by his own prophecy...
a victim of what he knew
he could not choose.
So I have chosen...
to make a world where humankind
can create its own future...
from moment to moment...
free of one man's vision...
free from the perversion
of the prophet's words...
and free of future
pre-determined.
This does not belong to me.
How many nights I have sat
on a dune just like this...
imagining a night just like this...
with my father.
Just the two of us...
talking and-- and laughing.
And how many nights I have gone to sleep
on the cold floor of the sietch...
dreaming of his arms around me...
sheltering me from everything
I was afraid of...
everything I could not understand.
Are you still a good Fremen?
Yes.
Then will you permit...
a blind man...
to go out into the desert...
and find peace on his own terms?
Not yet.
Cursed be the name Atreides.
Body shield. Armed.
Many of the old sietch communities
are becoming overrun with refugees.
The holy regent demands that you abandon
your pledge of neutrality.
Ally your forces with hers and
put an end to this damnable rebellion.
Alia is Fremen.
She knows she cannot make
such a demand on me...
or on any other naib!
You can no longer remain
above the fight, Stilgar.
Your feeble attempts to mediate
have accomplished nothing.
It is time for you to choose.
Are you with the empire
or against it?
It is not a choice
I will make because...
some fop of a priest demands it.
Well, perhaps the royal consort...
can talk some sense
into this obstinate fool.
I can do better than that.
The ''royal cuckold'' thanks you
for this opportunity.
Stilgar will now make his choice.
You have violated sanctuary.
You have defiled...
the honor of my people.
No, Stil.
I have just cut the collar
from around your neck.
That was the right choice, Stil.
Two deaths for the Atreides...
the second one for no better reason
than the first.
It was a sign.
He forced our hand.
Now Alia will be forced
to move against us.
He has taken the tribe
into the desert.
No one knows where...
but his only refuge
will be with the rebels.
Idaho acted impulsively, milady.
He was--
Was my husband!
Kanly...
vendetta...
on Stilgar and all of his tribe
that joined him.
Let them be hunted down
like desert rabbits.
Yes,yes. Kill them.
I want their skins
when they're caught.
Nice touch,yes.
Very creative.
This is the one
we took on the south face.
He came across the bled
from the south wall.
So, they say you rode a worm here.
A 20-thumper ride.
- And yet, you are not Fremen.
- They taught me well.
Rumors across the desert
say you're dead, Gurney Halleck.
There are many
who wished it were true.
The sons of Esmar Tuek
are not among them, old friend.
We've been waiting on you,
Gurney Halleck.
- How did you know I'd come here?
- My father told me.
Your father?
Well, in the desert,
sheltered once is sheltered always.
After the Harkonnen invasion,
these were the men who protected you...
before you were finally
reunited with Muad'Dib.
A reunion which allowed me
to join his rebellion...
against Shaddam
and the imperial forces.
Another rebellion awaits you,
Gurney Halleck.
My loyalty is to House Atreides.
I am House Atreides.
And what of your aunt?
My aunt is lost--
lost to forces
she could not control...
to forces who want
to destroy House Atreides.
What have you done to yourself?
I have made a choice...
accepted a destiny, nothing more.
My eyes can see it...
but my mind refuses to believe it.
Believe it, Gurney.
Remember the words of my father
and my grandfather, your duke.
They spoke to you of desert power.
I am desert power...
and nothing can stop
what is going to happen.
We are here to honor
the throne of Muad'Dib...
and his sister, the holy regent.
We are here to honor his esteemed
daughter with the presentation...
of our son, Prince Farad'n...
heir to the throne

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