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greater quantities of spice.
And if you conceive...
it will accelerate your pregnancy.
But the question remains...
who has been able to feed you
the contraceptives for so long?
Be that as it may...
this is a question that cannot be
delayed any longer.
The great houses are still demanding...
that a constitution be on the agenda...
at the next convention of the Lansraad.
It's nothing but a ruse...
contrived by enemies of House Atreides
to conceal far more sinister motives.
Perhaps we could offer the appearance
of a constitution.
Something ceremonial.
It doesn't need to be real.
Deceit, after all,
is a legitimate tool of statecraft.
Bravo, sister-in-law.
I couldn't have said it better.
Yes, perhaps something
at the local level.
Something impotent,
virtually meaningless.
No!
Atreides power
must never be marginalized...
by the chaos of democracy.
- I'm sure my brother agrees.
- Father.
I'm waiting.
You must decide.
The first step. You can't wait.
Along the Golden Path.
The answer's standing
right in front of you.
But you must decide.
Alia knows my mind.
I forbid a constitution.
Order in council this day,
et cetera, et cetera.
Irulan, are you taking this down?
Yes, my lord.
We will deliver the formal declaration
when the Guild ambassador arrives...
to present his credentials.
Then...
if there's nothing more--
A Guild embassy, Muad'dib?
On Arrakis?
The Council of Naibs
won't like this, Muad'dib.
We remember well...
how the Guild brought those
who oppressed us...
how they blackmailed us for spice...
to keep our secrets from our enemies.
Think I'd forgotten, Stil?
This... decision troubles me, Muad'dib.
There's something...
reckless about it.
Not reckless.
Necessary.
You'll know my reasons soon enough.
No. I trust you'll convince the naibs...
of the wisdom in this.
A Guild ambassador,
here onArrakis.
Muad'dib's decision strikes some
as mysterious, even dangerous.
But Muad'dib never does anything
without reason.
I should spill your water on the sand
for what you've done.
I know it was you, Irulan.
You're the only one
who could have hidden the poison.
Don't lie!
You will insult him if you lie.
It is my right to bear the royal heir.
It is your duty to play a role.
Nothing more.
- I am his wife!
- You have his name.
I am the one he calls ''wife.''
Do you think you are the only woman
who truly loves him?
But I am the only woman he loves.
I could cuckold him.
Dare him to expose me.
Cuckold him all you like...
as long as you're discreet.
He won't deny you.
But no child, Irulan. Ever.
So, what do you think, Tyekanik?
Does my little prince have what it takes
to lead a Sardukar army one day?
There are many ways
to lead an army, Princess.
Being a warrior is only one of them.
And not necessarily the best.
Prince Farad'n. Your turn.
Muad'dib's decision to accept
a Guild ambassador...
is causing much unrest on Arrakis.
Good.
Once the face dancer is insinuated
into Muad'dib's palace...
we shall light the fuse...
and the Idaho ghola will do its work.
Mom? Mommy?
- What is this?
- I'm sorry, Princess.
The future emperor, crying?
I don't want to be an emperor.
Let someone else do it.
Nonsense.
Wipe your tears. Here.
Getting all over me now.
All right. Now, go back to your men.
Go back. Go.
Do you want the men to see you crying?
Do you want them to think you're weak?
I don't care.
Well, I do.
So now you will go back...
and this time...
you will do it properly.
Won't you?
Commander Farok,
hero of the Naraj campaign.
I bring you greetings from
your new friends on Salusa Secundus.
Hurry. The eyes of Muad'dib
are everywhere.
These are seats once occupied
in sietch by Muad'dib...
during the days when he taught us
the weirding way.
It is some time since you've seen him.
I think he's forgotten
I ever existed.
He's blind. Your son.
At the Battle of Naraj.
I wonder if Muad'dib knows...
how many have been maimed
in his

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