Majesty, there is the matter of
Reverend Mother Mohiam.
She was removed
from a Heighliner by your neutrality.
Be careful, Ambassador.
To be neutral is to be indifferent.
You would do well to dissociate
yourself from those who have proven they are not.
As you will learn, Edric,
my sister has the pulse of the court.
Be advised!
Reverend Mother,
I shudder to see
you in such circumstances.
I've been in worse.
Do the cards answer all your questions?
Answers only breed more questions.
What's important is how one
navigates between the two.
So, you haven't forgotten
everything we taught you.
Does the Emperor know you are here?
He hasn't bring it out, Reverend Mother.
Of course. His 'eyes' are everywhere.
Then we haven't much time...
The concubine has learned of
the contraceptive?
She has changed her diet to adapt.
Then we must adapt as well...
If she conceives, you must
introduce an abortifact.
You want me to...kill the child?
We can not risk a Fremen strain
in the bloodline...
I don't understand.
An heir to the throne from that source
must be prevented at all costs.
For us all.
Do you know how dangerous that was?
Eleven blades! Paul, Eleven!
The finest swordsmen in the Imperium have
never gone up against more than nine.
An experienced swordsman wouldn't
never been so reckless.
This is why you invaded my privacy?
To disapprove of my recklessness?
Spice gatherers have found
a body in the desert
A young women. A fremen.
Fremen?
Decapitated.
And her hands were removed.
So, someone's afraid she'd be found
before the desert did it's work...
I want you to examine the scene the
way our mother taught us.
You will take the ghola mentat with you.
I assume you can handle him.
I should arrange a `thopter.
Poisoned.
How can you tell?
The molting on the skin.
Clearly the effect of rapid neurologic atrophy.
A Tleilaxu specialty.
Tleilaxu?
Face Dancers.
- This is a dead Fremen girl, m'Lady.
What if there are no women reported
missing among the Fremen?
Otheym's daughter, m'Lord.
Lichna.
It's been many years since
I've seen you.
And my father.
I must beg Muad'dib's forgiveness
for this intrusion, but
I am the smoke which banishes
sleep in the night.
Sit.
Deliver your warning then.
You must visit my father.
As soon as possible, m'Lord.
There is a plot against you...
- There are many plots against me.
This is a Fremen plot, Majesty.
My father has information for you.
But he is weak.
He is sick.
He needs you to visit
so he can tell you.
Why not tell you so you can tell me?
He feared I might be captured
before seeing you.
If I know nothing, I can divulge nothing.
I will leave for Otheym's tonight.
Otheym has missed his old friend.
A Face Dancer.
And a good one, too.
Let me take it's water.
No Stil!
This must play out
the way I've seen it.
Curse is your name, Atreides.
Your time has finally come.
Korba, the stone burner is set on ready.
Let the others know, Javid.
Muad'Dib is in the streets.
Go!
So, you've come, then.
We meet again, Muad'Dib.
Answering the call of a Fedaykin.
I carry your water burden, Otheym.
Command me.
I caught the spitting disease on Tarahell.
The tribe will take my water soon.
Let me summon my doctors.
We've had doctors.
As good as any Maud'Dib could provide.
There is treachery, Muad'Dib.
I'm ashamed to say it.
Fremen plot against you.
They want time to stop.
They want the world
the way it used to be.
Bijaz has told me their names.
He was a gift to me for all our
victories on Tarahell.
I am a person, not a gift.
Cheap to feed but costly to fill.
Empty me as you will, Sire.
He always prattles on like that.
But he is a good spy.
You must take him, with you tonight.
Our enemies will simply think I'm, selling him
to you, because I need money.
To be gone is to be by-gone.
Let bygones be bygones.
And Bijaz and Muad' dib
must be gone by