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From this moment on,
the future... is ours.
It comes...
just like you summoned it.
No. It summoned me, Stil.
And may I ask why
we risked a sand-crossing...
- at night without bodyguards?
- Come, come, Stil.
How often do you ride
the sands anymore...
when you want, where you want...
calling a worm instead of riding
with a flock of thopters?
How often--
How often do you arm the thumper
and just go...
like the Fremen you used to be?
Used to be?
Do you know
in many corners of the universe...
this delicate thing...
is considered a wondrous beauty?
But here--
here it's a symbol...
a symbol of the corruption
infecting Arrakis...
that wouldn't exist but for the changes
we're enforcing on this place.
Changes inspired by your father.
Now that's the official Stilgar
speaking, the government Stilgar.
The Fremen Stilgar is still repulsed
at this alien life, isn't he?
- I have a serious problem, Stil.
- So I've gathered.
The problem with me
is the problem with this place.
My father, he--
he left so many things undone.
I don't understand.
A good ruler doesn't need to be
a prophet, Stil, not even god-like.
A good ruler has to be
sensitive to the ones he rules.
The ancient meaning of the Fremen word
''naib'' is ''servant of the sietch.''
When the owner dies,
the chrysknife dissolves, yes?
It is our legend.
Muad'Dib has dissolved,
but his chrysknife has not.
Stil, a new path must be taken...
one that may require me
to demystify my own father.
To destroy his legacy.
These are not sentiments
I'd share with your aunt...
or her priests, young lord.
Beware Alia, Stil.
She's no longer your friend.
And, Stil...
you must promise
to protect Ghanima.
If anything should happen to me--
anything--
my sister will be your only hope.
You were in the desert.
Yes. I-- I couldn't sleep.
I could have kept you company.
You were sleeping.
I didn't want to disturb you.
You used to. All the time.
We'd sneak out of the sietch together.
No one ever knew.
Sometimes we wouldn't
be back till dawn.
I had to talk to Stilgar.
Oh. I see.
Ghanima, we may have to face
some of what's coming apart.
That doesn't mean
you have to face it alone.
The Atreides man
named Gurney Halleck...
is being sent to the desert
to ask questions.
Sooner or later, he will encounter
someone who can be bought.
Then we must make sure
he buys the right answers.
What shall I do
with the blind fool, Father?
He can still be useful.
Take him into the desert
until we need his sermons again.
Out of chaos comes civil war.
Fremen and Atreides
destroying each other.
The water of our enemies
will feed our revenge.
Our suffering will be repaid
a thousandfold.
Jacarutu.
It was a cowardly thing to do.
You lost so much here.
I know it.
Leto knows it.
Even Alia must know it, in a way.
It helps, doesn't it?
The Litany Against Fear.
You were thinking it, weren't you?
Fear is the mind killer.
Ghani, I've decided
I want you to know my fear.
Fear I've kept hidden too long.
I fear for those who are pre-born.
Just before we came to Arrakis
the first time...
I brought a Reverend Mother
to meet your father.
- He was just a boy.
- I remem--
I've been told.
The Reverend Mother brought a nerve
induction box, tested Paul with it.
I was forbidden to interfere.
He might have died.
But he survived.
Of course, you remember this
in a way that I cannot.
Then that's what your fear is.
The memories I've inherited.
The possibility of possession.
The possibility of abomination.
Not you.
I'm sure of that now.
But you're not sure about Leto.
Is he strong enough, Ghani?
Leto? Can he survive
what's coming?
- What is it that's coming?
- The Sacr-Nabai.
The Golden Path.
Leto used those words
when he and I were together.
He has visions...
of a pilgrimage
deep into the desert...
a journey to a faraway place...
where he sees our father...
and speaks to him
of how things must change.
Change?
How?
He

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