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me?
That's spice essence!
Do you hear them--
the voices in your head?
Are you crazy yet, like your aunt?
Does that frighten you?
Not as much as
it will frighten you, Atreides.
Listen to me, Leto.
Put the weapon away, Cast Out.
That is what you are, isn't it?
Adopting the chameleon colors
of a smuggler tribe...
in order to keep
your true identity secret.
Allowing us to survive.
Trading spice.
That's not all, is it?
You're breeding sand trout.
I've seen the holding pens.
Selling worms off-planet, you hope to
break the Atreides monopoly on spice.
It is dangerous for you
to know these things.
More dangerous for you.
None of your worms survive long
away from Dune.
- Not yet.
- Not ever.
You're already saturated with spice.
And it can no longer harm me.
I have survived the crucible, Sabiha.
I have silenced the voices
within who would have possessed me.
Only I remain now
to do what I must do.
And what is that?
Save the desert.
My skin is not my own.
You can. You will.
I'm here. I try to see myself there,
but I can't.
- I can't.
- Patience.
Concentrate on visualizing
the flow of time.
It must move, not you.
It would have been easier
to begin this when you were younger.
I'm surprised you never asked
for a Bene Gesserit teacher before.
They'd have leapt at the opportunity
to put you in their debt.
My mother had other training
in mind for me when I was younger.
- You can still learn.
- If I'm patient?
You must learn
each and every muscle...
as if it were a single string
on a baliset.
When you learn how
to play them individually...
you'll know how
to play them together.
The union of opposites,
isn't it,Jessica?
Recognizing the essential
instability of our universe...
one must learn to make it
one's own creation.
It is the Bene Gesserit way.
So you haven't forgotten
everything you were taught.
You need a bath.
We'll continue tomorrow.
He is a slow learner.
On the contrary, he's making more
progress than I would have expected...
in so short a time.
And you?
I know what I intend to get
out of this relationship, Wencisia.
What is it you expect?
Our houses are at
their crossroads,Jessica--
families weakened from within.
You and I both confront the greatest
danger from those closest to us.
You have a daughter
from whom you are estranged.
I have a son
in whom I have little confidence.
What do you expect me
to do about that?
Simply...
consider the union of opposites.
We hear rumors
of your granddaughter.
- Ghanima?
- It seems she has survived.
Alia has taken her from Stilgar,
but Irulan is with her.
Get to the point, Wencisia.
An alliance.
Corrino and Atreides.
An alliance through marriage.
Under your tutelage.
Farad'n could be fashioned
into an acceptable mate...
for someone as special
as your granddaughter.
He has his talents,
and he's a fast learner, as you say.
Worse things could happen...
than an alliance
between old enemies.
Your son was clever enough
to see its potential once.
Surely you can see
the need for it now.
The idea repulses me.
Surely your mentat reasoning
can see the value in it.
That an Atreides would willingly
marry into the house...
that has vowed its destruction--
it's madness!
That's exactly what my son did
when he married Irulan.
Politics ruled that decision,
and it averted a war.
Do you not see the similarity
to our present situation?
Do you really thinkAlia
will agree to a marriage...
between Ghanima and Farad'n?
She is the reason you must be the one
to deliver this proposal.
She loved you once, Duncan, and
there's a part of her that still does.
You're the only one who might
reach that part of her...
that still knows who she is.
She's lost to me now.
You saw the evidence of that yourself.
You could be saving the life
of Paul's daughter, Duncan.
As long as Ghani lives,
she's a threat to Alia.
If we can make my daughter
believe that her niece...
is the means to eliminating

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