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of House Corrino.
We offer our deepest condolences
on the loss of your brother.
Perhaps the union of our houses...
can put an end to the treachery
that took his life...
treachery that was bred
on Salusa Secundus.
What did you say?
I am ashamed to say that the animals
that killed Leto, son of Muad'Dib...
were created and trained
on my planet.
And the regent of House Corrino
knew of this?
- She planned it.
- How dare you!
I'll dare quite a few things
from now on, Mother.
You've been quite adept
at making decisions in my name...
decisions which I've found
extremely distasteful.
You insolent bastard.
Let's not discuss
your weaknesses now, Mother.
I forbid you to say another word.
You forbid nothing.
As heir to the throne of House Corrino,
I am now the author of my own decisions.
My mother is stripped of all accounts
and privileges of the House Corrino.
She is no longer
sovereign regent of this family.
She is, from this moment forward,
banished.
You're more of a man
than I'd ever thought possible.
And you can spend the rest of your days
pondering that in utter darkness.
Patience is a virtue I have
in abundance, if you haven't noticed.
Hold.
Did you have anything to do
with the death of my brother?
I knew nothing of the plot against him
until it was too late.
Forgive me.
I am at your mercy.
This is my wedding present to you.
I have nothing else.
No dowry.
Only the truth.
I believe him.
Take her. Leave him.
Maybe he'll amuse us
with more intrigue...
and double-cross in the days to come.
Don't you find it interesting,
Jessica...
how the sins of the mother
bloom in the children they bear?
She's weakened by madness.
She still commands
the imperial armies.
They are retreating to the city...
trapped by the shield wall
from which they are vulnerable.
They say the price on your head
keeps going up.
Then I say unto you...
send men...
to summon worms!
Then let us go...
to Arakeen...
to collect it.
Manut.
A storm.
Not a storm.
- I must get word to the palace.
- Yeah.
There is no way...
to hasten
what is meant to be.
When the time is right...
he will find us.
Who are you?
Who I am
doesn't matter anymore.
It matters to me.
Do you think I would have
left this place if I had known?
Do you think I would have abandoned you
if I knew you were still alive?
You did what you
were meant to do.
Tell me.
Let me hear you say it.
Tell me it isn't true.
I couldn't live...
if I knew I had forsaken you.
Paul Atreides is no more,
Gurney-Man.
The desert winds have erased
all trace of his passage here.
And soon...
Muad'Dib must follow.
Please, Gurney, I'm tired...
hungry.
Get me some food.
Ah, Stil. So predictable.
It's as if they're daring you
to confront them...
challenging you
to commit troops, thopters.
They think I've retreated to the
sanctuary of the city where I'm trapped.
It's a tactic learned from my brother
when he defeated Shaddam...
and took backArrakis.
Poor Stil.
If you only knew
it is you who are trapped...
not I.
They are still over a day's ride
from Arakeen.
Fine.
I'm going back to the palace.
I have a wedding to attend.
Leave me.
Do as I say!
There's no need for that
with me, Ghanima.
Our plan worked.
You're alive!
I knew it.
Oh, I have missed you.
I'm sorry, Ghanima.
I'm so sorry.
I had to let you think that I was dead.
It was the only way--
the only way that I could start
what must now be finished.
Idolaters! Blasphemers!
You'll spoil this place!
The desert will swallow you!
His words are sacrilege.
His presence must not be tolerated.
You must give the order, Holy One.
You must send us to take him.
Caution, darling.
Do not act impulsively.
Not yet.
He is an outrage
to the religion of Muad'Dib.
But that's the point, my darling.
We must know for sure whether
he really is your brother...
mustn't we?
It would not do to make
a martyr of him just yet.
Who is it
that calls for Muad'Dib?

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