The experience has shaken him.
I spent a week trying to revive him.
But it's been no use.
There have been meetings, arguments.
Some of the elders think it's time...
...to take his water.
Who else knows?
Stilgar, the naibs,
and the Fedaykin, of course.
What do the Fedaykin think?
They think he's in a sacred trance...
...gathering his holy powers
for the final battle.
I've encouraged this view.
You have to help, Chani.
You're my last hope.
Please, tell me what to do.
The Fedaykin are right, Reverend Mother.
Muad'dib is in a trance.
A dangerous trance.
He has taken the Water of Life.
The raw water of a drowned maker.
I have not changed it yet.
More could kill him.
It's our only hope.
Muad'dib. Beloved.
Chani, what are you doing here?
Paul.
I was outside just a moment ago.
You drank the Water of Life.
Yes.
We thought you were dead.
You have no idea.
I have seen things
there are not words to describe.
You've seen the future.
The now, Mother.
The future and the past.
All at once.
All the same.
I am the whirlwind.
Paul. I can't go there.
I'm afraid.
I'm so afraid.
-Itis the place we cannot go.
-Thatis why I have come.
You are the Kwisatz Haderach.
No, Mother. I am something more.
I am something unexpected.
I am the fulcrum, the giver and the taker.
I am the one
who can be many places at once.
I am the master of fate.
I am the tool of fate.
Reverend Mother?
Reverend Mother, are you sick?
I'm fine.
Now you understand.
I've decided we're alike, you and me.
Have you?
When this dusty little nuisance is over
I'll convince you.
I'd be confused if you didn't try.
I know.
Yeah, that's why we're alike.
We don't like to be confused.
We like to be certain.
Sometime, remind me to tell you
about the ancient legend of the Phoenix.
That's it, beautiful boy.
You may find a way for us yet.
She'd make a fine trophy
on Harkonnen linen, wouldn't she?
The Padishah Emperor is here,
in the space above us...
...with his favourite truthsayer
and legions of his Sardaukar.
Every great house has its raiders here.
The Baron Harkonnen is with them.
But Muad'dib, how can you know this?
I've seen them.
Milord, we only heard this morning...
...from our smuggler allies.
-You were unconscious.
-Not unconscious!
Muad'dib has seen through
the Water of Life.
Reverend Mother, is this true?
He has seen.
Muad'dib!
You are a voice from the outer world.
You are the prophet sent to us
by Shai-hulud.
You must take your place, Muad'dib.
We've waited long enough.
You must do it now!
Do you live for the good of the tribe,
Stilgar?
There is no other way.
And for the good of the tribe,
would you stand there...
...and let me drive this blade
into your heart?
-Call him out, Muad'dib.
-Call him out.
-It is the way, Stilgar.
-It is the way.
It is the way.
Ways change!
Hard tasks need hard ways.
You must become our naib
so you can lead us against the Harkonnen.
And would you smash your knife
before starting that war?
Will you cut off your right arm
and leave it bloody on the floor?
Do you think the Mahdi is that stupid?
There isn't a man among you who could
stand against me in single combat...
...Stilgar included.
Must I prove it by calling out the naib
of every sietch on the planet?
Must I cripple myself by killing
our strongest and wisest leaders...
...just for the sake of some mindless ritual?
You say I am the Mahdi.
I say I am your duke!
And it's time now to wipe Arrakis clean
of the awful Harkonnen stench.
Time to drive their name into the depths
of hell so that we may reclaim the planet...
...and create a paradise together!
As Liet taught us.
As Liet taught us.
Long live the duke.
Long live Duke Paul Muad'dib.
Long live the fighters of Muad'dib!
Long live the fighters of Muad'dib!
The men have gathered the supplies.
We're almost ready to depart.
-What are they waiting for?
-For permission.
They know the Guild will strand any force
that lands