I'm blind, father, I'm blind!
Don't give me to the desert father, please!
Don't send me to die!
Muad'Dib !
If history teaches us anything,
it is simply this:
Every revolution carries within it the seeds
of his own destruction.
And empires that rise
will one day fall.
Arrakis.
Dune.
Once the wasteland of the universe.
Now an imperial capital.
Where it is here, and only here
where the giant worms still run.
Creating Spice...
Still the greatest treasure in the universe.
Still the cause of conspirecy, betrayal
and murder.
The holy sister...
Alia...Alia...Alia...
Im the beginning we were all empty.
Ignorant of all things.
We did not know the power that resides in every place...
- And in all time.
He is the power that awakens the soul.
- And brings us joy.
Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib.
Muad'Dib! I suppose you feel it's unnecessary
to inform me of these walkabouts...
You'd only try to stop me. Again.
Streets are full of danger, Muad'Dib!
- The truth is in the streets, Stil.
Not in the parade of sycophants who flutter around this
palace with their meaningless statistics and empty ritual.
Ritual is the whip by which men are
enlightened, Muad'dib.
Tell me, Korba, when was it that you reinvented yourself
from Fremen Fedaykin to religious fanatic?
The day you defeated Shaddam and his armies, Muad'dib.
The day I saw the future.
This city is filled with adventurers, Muad'dib.
Not to mention agents of the
Spacing Guild,
the Bene Gesserit and the
former Imperial family.
Surely they'd conspire to something a little more elegant
than assassination on the streets of Arrakeen.
You are vulnerable, Muad'dib.
No matter how powerful you've become.
You cannot escape from this simple fact.
You're right about one thing, Stil.
There is no escape.
I'm not asleep.
I thought the doctors said you were
supposed to rest.
As long as you insist on wandering the city like some
off-world pilgrim,
I'll never be able to rest.
Are you going to lecture me, too?
While I was walking,
I stepped in a puddle.
An open pool of water. In
the street...
Muad'dib has brought many wonders
to Arrakis,
the people say...
'Muad'dib spends water like a madman.'
That's what they say, Chani.
The old Fremen.
I hear them.
In the streets...when I walk.
"We've become water-fat", they say.
They resent the "wonders" I've
brought to their desert.
They resent me.
Do you know what I'd pay
to end these wars?
To separate myself from this...
...damnable myth I've become?
What's to stop you?
Command it, Muad'Dib.
After all, you are the Emperor.
Even if I vanished tomorrow...
the revolution would follow my ghost.
This is not a clean place,
Muad'dib.
It's time to return to
the desert.
We were happy there.
Father.
I' m waiting...
I'm ready...
To know the future is to be trapped by it...
But knowing there's a trap is the
first step in evading it...
the first step...
...along the Golden Path.
I am the answer.
And I am ready...
Father...
And I am ready...
Father...
The Golden Path.
Is there no other way?
Salusa Secundus.
Exile home of House Corrino
Everywhere we turn his power
confronts us.
He is a curse.
He is a Messiah!
You don't launch a frontal attack
on a Messiah.
Even if you succeed,
his martyrdom remains.
But he is human. And because he is human,
he has his weaknesses.
So, what do you suggest, Princess?
-Something subtle. Something... unexpected.
A ghost, perhaps...
May I introduce our friend, Reverend Mother?
Scytale of the Theilaxu.
Get to the point, Wensicia.
I haven't travelled all the way to
the edge of the universe
to discuss philosophical nonsense with...
...with a Face Dancer.
No, the Bene Gesserit are
desperate to regain control...
of Muad'dib's bloodline...
...while the supposedly impartial Spacing Guild
wants to break his monopoly on Spice.
He who controls the spice,
controls the universe.
As long as Muad'Dib controls Arrakis, we
are all at his mercy.
And that'