moving, Gurney.
On your way.
And take care of Doctor Kynes
until Paul and I arrive.
We will not be prisoners here
in this place.
Behold,as a wild ass in the desert
go I forth to my work.
Yes?
I am the Shadout Mapes.
Your housekeeper,
noble-born.
What are your orders?
You may refer to
me as "my lady."
I'm not noble-born.
I'm the bound concubine
of Duke Leto,
mother of the heir designate.
"Shadout."
That's an ancient word.
You know the ancient tongues?
I know many things.
I know you came
prepared for violence
with a weapon
in your bodice.
My lady,
the weapon was
sent as a gift,
if you should
prove to be the one.
And the means of my death
should I prove otherwise.
My lady,
when one has lived
with prophecy for so long,
the moment of revelation
is a shock.
Duke Leto is now here.
Spice mining inspection
to start immediately.
So you are Doctor Kynes.
The Judge of the Change.
And the Imperial Ecologist,
Sire.
Our intelligence
informs us
that there's still
a strong Harkonnen presence.
The process of removal
continues.
This is my son, Paul.
Are you a Fremen?
I've been on Arrakis
in the service of the Emperor
long enough for my eyes to change.
In the service of the Emperor.
We are in your hands,
Doctor.
Your gift of the stillsuits
is much appreciated.
Would you give us an
explanation of their workings?
Well, this is a stillsuit
of Fremen manufacture,
the most efficient type
on Arrakis.
Basically...
It's all right, Gurney.
Yes, Sire.
Basically,
it's a high-efficiency filter
and heat exchange system.
Perspiration passes
through the first layer
and is gathered
in the second.
The salt is separated.
Breathing and walking
provide the pumping action.
The reclaimed water
circulates to catch pockets
from which you can drink
through this tube
around your neck.
Urine and feces are processed
in the thigh pads.
Should you be in
the open desert,
remember to breathe in
through your mouth
and out through
this nose tube.
With a Fremen suit in
good working condition,
life can be sustained
for weeks,
even in
the deep desert, Sire.
My thanks.
With your permission.
You've worn
a stillsuit before.
No.
Your suit is fitted
desert fashion.
Who told you
how to do that?
No one.
It seemed
the proper way.
That it is.
He shall know your ways
as if born to them.
We're wasting time, Sire.
Air speed, zero-five.
Ambient temperature,
300 degrees Kelvin.
Air speed, three-zero.
Ether bender,
75 percent efficiency.
That's where
I told your sandmaster
to concentrate
the harvesting today.
Southeast,
over the Shield Wall.
Ambient temperature,
350 degrees Kelvin.
Air speed, one-three-zero.
Caution.
You've now cleared
protective Shield Wall
and entered open desert.
Will we see a worm?
Where there is spice and spice
mining, there are always worms.
Always?
Always.
Why do they come?
To protect
their territory.
Vibrations attract them.
He must be a Fremen
or in with them.
He's studying us.
He's hiding something
about the spice.
Is there a relationship
between the worms and the spice?
As I said,
they defend the spice sands.
As to their relationship
with the spice,
who knows?
Dust cloud ahead, Sire.
That's it. Spice mining.
No other cloud quite like it.
See the spotters over it?
They're watching
for wormsign,
the telltale sand waves.
Seismic probes on the surface,
too, Sire.
Worms can travel too deep
for their waves to show.
Looks like
a good patch of spice.
Wormsign?
Is it wormsign?
Yes. Worm.
Big one.
You've got sharp eyes.
May I?
Calling Harvester Pad Nine.
Wormsign.
Who calls Pad Nine?
Don't mention
the Duke.
This is an un-coded channel.
Unlisted flight
northeast of you.
Wormsign on intercept course.
Estimated contact,
15 minutes.
Have sighting confirmed.
Stand by for a fix.
Contact in 16 minutes minus.
Very precise estimate.
Who's on that
unlisted flight?
What happens now?
The carryall will come