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Arrakis, dune, a land so starved for water, a single tear is cherished, wielding

us home to the mysterious desert tribes called

Fremen who long for a Messiah to feed them from

our deep, pick up the place you lazy desert rats, we have a quarter to meet.

First men to the safe houses, get work to still go, we'll evacuate the city tomorrow.

There's a tunnel out of the city at the foot of the

steps, blessings of more deeply with you and your family.

Your plan worked, Morty. Now they know we can strike them

as well. We could take the city in an hour and it's not

time. But they are vulnerable, Morty. Not yet. With the advance you

need to find something in the chaos more deep, something you should see.

There was a secret for Matorium, one of the Harkland

barracks. And this was all of your father that must end.

The man thinks it's a no man, assigned that our final battle

with the Harkland is at hand. Your vision's frightened me, Morty.

There are things still hidden from me, places I can't go, things I can't see.

Do you ever worry that just trying to see the future changes it?

We're speeding toward the Abyss, Chaney. I have to see a way around it.

Perhaps it's time for me to leave, Morty. I've been away from our son too long.

We'll make arrangements once we reach the cave

of riches. We'll be there after the next great.

Will we ever have peace, Morty?

We'll have victory.

I'm sorry, my lord. You said you must come at once.

Do you really take me for that much of a fool, boy?

I don't understand, Uncle.

What kind of poison did you choose, boy? Something slow and painful, I assume.

So you could watch, eh? Tell me, Finn. Why didn't you simply assassinate me yourself?

You have plenty of opportunity, too.

You taught me that my own hands must always remain clean.

Oh, quick, boy. Very quick.

Your good material, Finn, and I hate to waste good material.

Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here.

My brother.

Yes, that's right. Your dim brother.

If I kill you, then he would be my only heir.

And he caught him put down, and took him off a religious lunatics.

Yes, you'll never fade, but not that clever.

And don't get any ideas, Finn.

My men have you in their sights even as we speak.

Don't worry. If I'd wanted you dead, you'd never have made it down the hall.

Going to let me live?

Well, I can't very well leave the wealth of a raucous to someone who's dead.

What wealth?

Every communicator brings news of another friend and raid.

At the time my idiot of a brother is through,

the emperor himself will have to intervene.

You're not as dim as I thought.

You tend to draw the emperor himself into business.

You see, this is why you need me, Fade, to help you think, to help you plot.

Why do you think I tolerate the incompetence of your brother?

Because it amuses me, think they think there must be method to this madness,

even though you've been too dull to divide it.

The spice.

Of course, the spice.

But one thing that could possibly draw the emperor away from his imperial pleasures

out into the wastelands of the empire, where

he is vulnerable, where he can be destroyed.

And Duke later was just the beginning.

The prelude to a move on the imperial throne itself.

But timing is everything, beautiful boy.

Patience is our ally.

We must make the emperor suspicious with foolishness like this.

So what will it be?

I give you my pledge.

Good.

Now let the emperor mock house harken.

Call us swine.

Because in the end, his throne will be mine.

That's it, Hannah.

Good.

Good, Hannah.

Another healthy bite of the course.

Hallelujah, you were told to wait.

He looks like me, his son.

How could you know that child?

The slaughter on Bela Tagus is history.

He weren't even born.

But mother, I saw it, and it's true.

Yes, it's true.

I hate them.

Hallelujah.

They stare at me.

They whisper when I pass.

It hurts my feelings.

They're confused, Alia.

You frighten them.

Because I'm a freak.

You're not a freak?

Who has said that?

No one.

Then don't you ever say it again?

My children are not freaks.

But I can't help it.

I just know things.

Things I shouldn't know.

But I just do.

It was a cruel thing I did to you, Alia.

I took the water of life when you were still in my womb.

No one should ever be waking to consciousness as you were.

But we'll make them understand, Alia.

We'll make them see that you're not just a little girl.

That you've never really been on.

I want my brother.

What is this?

He came to challenge you in open combat.

You kill me.

I took her a bit.

But he came to challenge me.

It wasn't worth him, Alia.

Both of them get still guard.

Tell them to summon a maker.

There is only one way to stop these challenges.

You know what this will mean between you and still?

The man will want you to call him out.

Only if I survive the maker.

Just remember what I've taught you.

Do it simply and directly.

Nothing fancy.

Stand closed enough that you can mount when he passes,

but that's all closed.

I'll give a question.

Remember.

Well, you will hear him before you see him.

When you take your stand, you must become completely still.

You must become a doom in your very ass.

I'll remember.

See that you do.

Frame and write the word by the time they are 12.

I don't want an old man like you, showing my teaching.

You won't fail.

That was not fear.

Fear is the man killer.

I will face my fear.

Well, that's a person for me.

I will remain.

He's too close.

He's not leaving you enough room.

I can second him.

It's allowed even in the test.

No.

He must do this alone.

He's coming in.

He is turning in.

Take position.

Don't turn out, voting.

Do with me.

Oh, please.

I don't think I've ever seen one that big.

Hello there.

The spice.

We've never gone so far south.

The Fremen would never allow this to do.

No choice.

The Spacing Guild is buying up all the spice there is.

Nothing left for us.

This is like a rich patch.

I'll call in the harness.

Get some men out on those rocks first.

I'll harken up on Toronto.

This far out.

Stop the harken and I'm worried about it.

I'll be there.

I'll pass a patch.

Get them in back up more!

Ah!

Put the knife away for me, Alec.

Who is it?

I know the name of Gurney Alec.

Is it truly Paul?

Here you go.

Here you go.

Pop!

I'm currently there.

So you're the reason the Fremen have gotten so clever.

I've never expected you to offer such a simple trick.

That's for a time spot.

I know it.

Ah, remember trolls are forced to south deeper and deeper.

Where you might have seen things you shouldn't.

Skurney Alec still.

My father's weapons master, one of my teachers.

There aren't many of us who haven't heard the name Gurney Alec.

This is still Gurney, the naive of our siege.

More deep?

Feel the wind.

More deep?

You're the one they call more deep?

It's my Fremen name.

Come.

We'll talk about all these things while we wait out the storm.

Storm?

You didn't see any signs?

It comes.

Trust me.

What happens to my man?

We'll decide what to do with them after the storm.

Well, after hurry, if we're going to save the top turn.

This is one of the things you should not have seen.

You have many such hide-in places?

Many times, man.

We call this one cave of riches.

Would you like me to bring coffee?

Yes.

Add more food.

You're a woman?

The mother of my first born.

So much has happened.

The boy I knew has now become a man.

Thanks to our enemies.

Our cowards.

Our hide-in-nessities and garrisons.

Open.

You will wear yourself out with useless raids.

In other words, they're immobilized.

Why you go well?

And when you choose.

Attactic, I learned from you, Gurney man.

What about your men?

Smoking is all.

Good man.

Some newcomers.

Off-welders.

It's hard to find recruits these days.

Any of my father's men?

Those that weren't butchered by the harkland.

Bribed to every day could deliver at us.

Everyone thought.

We all believed you were dead, my lord.

But you stayed.

I waited an opportunity for vengeance.

I knew we'd be reunited, Gurney.

I saw it.

You're the only one left to me, my lord.

Howard, I'll know your father.

All day.

All portrayed.

I would gladly assert reflects myself if I could have taken the traitor with me.

My father once spoke about desert power, Gurney.

I remember well.

Well, you've just met it.

The surface of this planet is ours.

No storm.

No worm.

Not even the emperor's sardicark and stuff is now.

Enlist with me, Gurney.

Feed on revenge with us.

Enlist?

I never left your service.

But stupid swine will seem as almost begging for me to intervene.

The Baron is a pig, father.

But he is not stupid.

Robang has lost almost 50,000 troops in the past two years.

Marrakis is a fierce planet.

Fish and kalotic explains such losses.

He's losing five to one.

Leave between the lines.

You're saying the Baron is allowing this rebellion to continue?

I'm saying the Baron can count as well as we.

For the second argument, what if there were only 20,000 people in a friend's siege?

And what if there were only 250 such communities on the whole of Arrakis?

Our spies are suggesting there may be twice that many.

Yes.

10 million.

Toughened by conditions worse than your own prison planet, father?

Yes.

But brutalized by that mindless soccer bar,

that would never align with him.

Perhaps this brutality is simply part of something more cunning.

I clever prelude to wiping them up for someone else.

Someone to come and rescue them from Raban.

Someone like the other nephew.

The cute one, fate.

If such a plan succeeded, the Baron would have

a force to rival even your dreaded sardhaka.

Some are hardly in two cases.

We shall see what divides us.

This perverse mind is breathing.

Your Highness has a perceptive mind.

You might take that as a compliment or threat to thinning.

I meant it only as a sign of my respect.

I share your fear of the Baron's schemes.

My father can handle the Baron's thinning.

It is this more deep I'm curious about.

This is the first time I've been in a way to get it.

I'm sorry.

Oh!

Go to Colba from behind, boy, d.

One of my new comers.

Sardicar.

Not a chance.

The only possible explanation if he overcame Corba.

Submitt.

Submitt.

Sardicar.

Gurney, let me kill him on low.

No!

Gurney had like his right more deep.

We must take his water.

Oh, see him.

See that he's not harmed.

We'll have use for him soon.

Janey, now you can return to the southern siege.

I want you to bring my mother here.

Your mother?

My lord.

We were toast.

She was taken by the Hockman.

That she is dead.

She's very much a live-all friend.

And you'll see her soon.

Come.

We have another right to play.

More deep never sleeps.

They say more deep never eats.

They believe he can see him to the future.

They believe he cannot be killed.

No one has ever seen him.

No one has.

Though many claim they have.

Sometimes in several places at the same time.

What does he look like?

I want to know what he looks like.

No one will say for sure.

Perhaps he doesn't even exist.

Perhaps he's just a legend.

A ghost.

There were no such things as ghosts.

We were able to jam their signals.

No communications escaped.

But I think you should see this.

A good agent.

Why did this is from the com for its old cutscene?

May I remind you that I am protected by the imperial treaties for comers.

By the choned declaration in paragraph 12.

Subparagraph D.

And by articles 3, 8, and 14 of the great convention.

Imperial lies void where moa deep stands.

Forms must be obeyed.

Quiet.

Shall we take their waters now, would he?

We have surrendered without resistance.

We have put our lives at your mercy.

No, she is a word I no longer understand.

My Lord, tell me.

Are there many guild agents on Arrakis these days?

We are neutral in the matters between you and the Harkenis.

Are there?

Arrakis is calling with them.

By the spice, I said it was precious to this left.

You are afraid, aren't you?

The spice must flow.

Altium disarm their thoughtters.

Fuel them only as much as needed to reach Arrakim.

You are letting them go.

Take a message to your masters.

Tell them your fight is hopeless.

Tell them the forces of moa deep cannot be defeated.

Tell them the days are numbered.

The men are going to question your intentions more deep.

The men still can't possibly imagine what my intentions are.

Goody.

Your Sanchez aboned with this man.

It runs very deep.

Very deep.

Kind only men can have.

And to my little man.

You are so thin.

Is he being fed enough?

His appetite is as healthy as any I've seen.

He should be with the other children.

I Cherish the time I spend with my grandson.

He can't learn the ways of the siege if he's kept apart.

There are things he must learn that extend beyond the ways of the siege.

There will be time enough to learn those things.

Let's all share that sentiment.

Moa deep, relies on my judgment where our son is concerned.

You have been a good companion to my son, Taney.

But he is not like other men.

I'm sure I know that better than most.

He is noble born.

The rightful heir to the house of trainees.

An alliance with one of the other great houses must remain a possibility.

You don't have to worry, Reverend Mother.

I will only do what's best for him.

Just as you did.

For your Duke.

We're going to see you again tomorrow.

Let's see again, ma'am.

So the opera seems to be entertaining some of the other royal houses as well.

There is much to discuss.

Really.

Your Majesty, these people are mad.

The women throw their babies at us.

They hold themselves onto our weapons to open a wedge for their men to attack.

Indeed.

I can wipe the planet clean of the entire race.

Your Majesty, but then who would mind the spice?

It's a terrible guy level.

Do you have any idea where this war deep character came from?

What he was?

What his prize is?

He's a brave and fanatical, religious adventurer.

They crop up records from the fringes of civilization.

Your Majesty knows this.

Most seem simply bent on suicide.

Have you ever stirred into the eyes of the religious fanatic of their own?

Suicide, the martyrdom, are often the same thing.

It's a dangerous game he's playing.

This rebellion must be crashed now.

We agree.

Something must be done.

Although we may not suggest what that is.

Of course.

We cannot move on house harp on any unilaterally measures

that there are complications in our relationship.

It's time to draw this more deep into the open.

Have the royal houses prepare their armies.

We move in the royal palace to Arrakis.

We the guild's approval, of course.

They expect you to call still go out.

No man recognizes leadership without the challenge of combat.

Now that I've ridden the war and they think there's nothing else in our way.

Is that?

The man in a rush never sees the edge of the cliff until it's too late.

They don't see any cliffs.

You don't allow them to.

They have a simple religion.

Nothing about religion is simple.

Isn't it a little late to be worrying about that?

We did.

I did.

What I had to do to ensure our survival.

You used them?

Yes.

So have you.

No.

I'm fulfilling the royal destiny has chosen for me.

You sound like you're starting to believe the legends about you.

Like the Kwisatz Hararak?

What do you know about that?

Mother Romano called me that.

It's reached the bar before she died.

I was supposed to have a daughter.

One that could be wet to the heart and an air.

A way to end the feud and possibly produce the Kwisatz Hararak.

The one who can be many places at once.

The ultimate achievement of centuries of bennejesric breeding.

The man who could go where we could not.

One with perfect memory, who could provide perfect predictability.

And perfect power for the bennejesric, of course.

I did what I did because I loved your father.

I only wanted to give him a son.

I didn't want to create a god.

Then you don't believe it's true.

I'm your mother, Paul.

I know who you are.

Do you?

Give me.

Reverend Mother.

Can I bring you anything some food perhaps?

Yes, thank you.

Then I'd like to see Gurney.

You must find a way not to lose still, Gurney.

Come, Otheon.

I'll try to escape say which.

I'm your professor.

Take your hands off me.

Here to unbird in your black conscience of guilt.

If I send you into eternity.

Gurney!

My master at my lord and I finish it right now.

You better explain yourself, Gurney.

I'd explain all right.

I don't know how to trade his fell.

I swore I'd have to kill the one who betrayed your father.

You couldn't be more wrong, Gurney.

Do not speak, Gurney.

Am I all my lord?

Am I capable of lying to you?

You never had my lord.

The traitor was you, Gurney.

No.

We have the confession in his own hand.

As soon as you release my mother, you can read it for yourself.

Meet me high.

Tell me it wasn't you.

I will knife you a lion.

I will know.

I would have given my life to save later.

The day he died, my heart turned to stone.

It was you.

He had his wife.

Oh, my God.

What have I done?

My God.

He's still Gurney.

It's over now.

I didn't see it coming.

You need to rest more deep.

I didn't know he would threaten her.

I never saw it.

He could have killed her.

This can go on.

You are asking too much of yourself.

I want you to take later on return to the southern siege.

I want you safe.

I'm the safest in your together.

But I'm not.

He's alive.

I show you.

He's alive.

But the threat of life is so thin.

Most think he's not.

How long has he been this way?

Most of the day you left.

Both of them found him.

The experience has shaken him.

I spent a week trying to revive him.

It has been no use.

There have been meetings, arguments.

Some of the elders think it's time to.

To take his water.

Where else now?

Still Gurney, the Niebs.

And the Fadeikin, of course.

What do the Fadeikin think?

They think he's in a sacred trance.

Gathering his holy powers for the final battle.

I've encouraged this for you.

You have to help, Janey.

You're my last hope.

Please, tell me what to do.

The Fadeikin are right, Reverend Mother.

More deep is in a trance.

A dangerous trance.

He has taken the water off life.

The water of the ground maker.

I have not changed it yet.

More could kill him.

It's our only hope.

Janey, what are you doing here?

Poor.

I was outside.

Just a moment ago.

You've drank the water off life.

Yes.

We thought you were dead.

You have no idea.

I've 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.

Poor.

I can't go there.

I'm afraid.

I'm so afraid.

Is this the place we can't go?

That is why I have come.

You.

Oh, I've been quizzed out of time.

No, Mother.

I'm something more.

I'm 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 faith.

I am the tool of faith.

Mother.

Reverend Mother, are you sick?

I'm fine.

Now you understand.

I've decided we're alike.

You and me.

Love you.

Miss Dusty little nuisance is over.

I'll convince you.

I'd be confused if you didn't try.

I know.

That's why we're alike.

We don't like to be confused.

We like to be certain.

Sometimes.

Remind me to tell you about the ancient legend of the Phoenix.

That's it, beautiful boy.

You may find a way for his yet.

She'll make a fine trophy on Harken and Linen, wouldn't she?

The British eye emperor is here.

In the space above us.

With his favorite truth-sayer.

The legions of his Sardica.

Every great house has its raiders here.

The Baron Harken and his with them.

But would he?

How can you know this?

I've seen them.

My lord, we only heard this morning.

The mouse muggling allies.

You were unconscious.

Not unconscious.

More deep has seen through the water of life.

Reverend Mother.

Is this true?

He has seen.

Muad'Dib.

You are the voice from the house of wealth.

You are the prophet sent to us by shy hallowed.

You must take your place, more deep.

You'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.

The way he's still gone.

Call him out.

It is the way.

The way he's changed.

Harkass need hard ways.

You must become Muad'Dib so he can lead us against the Harkenan.

Would you smash your knife before starting that war?

Would you cut off your right arm and leave it bloody on the floor?

Do you think the Muad'Dib is that stupid?

There isn't a man among you.

You could stand against me in single combat.

Stilgar included.

Must I prove it?

By calling out the knife of every siege 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 Muad'Dib.

I say I am your Duke.

And it's time now to wipe a rack of the awful Harkenan stench.

Time to drive their name into the depths of hell.

So that we may reclaim the planet and create a paradise together.

As Liett taught us.

As Liett taught us.

Come live the two.

Come live Duke Paul Muad'Dib.

Yachiaamwada.

Muad'Dib.

Long live the fighters of Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib.

Long live the fighters of Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib.

The men have gathered the supplies.

We're almost ready to depart.

What are they waiting for?

We're permission.

They know the guild will strand any force that lands here without its consent.

The guild is protecting us.

They're afraid still.

Afraid of what's to come.

They're searching for a way out.

They're searching for me.

What are we going to do?

Let them find me.

Tom Otheum.

I want you to choose several of your best men.

Once you trust above all others.

Separate them from the rest before we withdraw from here.

As you wish.

Send them to the reservoir in the Havanja Arc.

Have them collect the water of life we've hidden there.

Muad'Dib by.

I don't understand.

Those are changed waters.

It may in case something should happen to the Reverend Mother.

Have the men find a priest by Smash.

As large as possible.

Have them plant the waters above the Mass.

And wait for my orders.

Do you realize what you're asking me to do?

What you've asked shall be done, won't you?

Apparently, the subtle areas are uninhabitable.

The Baron is mistaken.

Fremen.

There have been reports.

Only a few were investigated according to Harken and documents.

Cost too profit too high, apparently.

Many thought us were lost.

Even smugglers won't venture there.

Send a light attack force immediately.

I want ground reconnaissance.

Perhaps this more deep thing seek and continue to attack us.

They're retreated or the wilderness where we don't follow.

Well, I'm about to strangle these options.

Let all Fremen who pass here.

Pause and pay homage to the Shrine of Duke-ledo Atreides.

And all those who have died in the service of justice.

You are my father.

Are you ready?

Now all we need is a storm.

A great grandmother of a storm.

Seems you'll have one soon enough.

From here the future will open.

My clouds will part to reveal its glory.

And it gives me no peace.

I've seen what you've seen, Paul.

I know what's coming.

What you're about to let loose not just here

on a rack is but across the entire universe.

That powerless to stop it.

Are you?

A terrible purpose awaits us, Mother.

It's vast organism we call humanity is about to

reinvent itself from the ashes of its own complacency.

The sleeper has awakened.

Anything that tries to stop it will be crushed.

Even the innocent.

There are no innocents anymore.

Your father would never have spoken this way.

I'm not my father.

You are his son.

More than his son.

Much more.

Thanks to you.

Take a good look at me, Mother.

See something I learned after I took the water of life.

Look into my eyes.

Look back through them into my blood.

Arc into blood.

Flowing in mine.

It flows from you.

I won't believe it.

Who is your father?

Tell me.

You know I can't.

Who?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I have never known.

Because they hit it from you.

Because they took me when I was an infant.

Raised me in the Benny Jester at ways.

Like all the others before and since.

None know their mothers.

All their fathers.

The Baron Harken and Mother, you're his daughter.

The product of a clever seduction.

The handy work of your precious Benny Jesuit breeding programs.

They wanted to control things.

They couldn't control you.

You changed everything.

You had a son.

And now I'm here.

The one they were seeking.

But I've arrived before my time.

And they're just beginning to realise.

They're coming.

We're back together.

Help me.

What is it?

I'm son.

He's dead.

Will you look at that thing?

I can't find levels.

Falls brought the old palace with him.

My dear Emperor.

I'm about to shatter your sanity.

Then I'm going to destroy you.

Not a falter in the sky.

Everything's being pulled in and tied down.

They know a storm is coming.

Trying to let them know I'm here.

The side of the car captain, alive and unharmed as you ordered.

I'm about to set you free.

And you must take this with you.

These are terms for surrender.

They killed my son.

I can't do this.

You have no choice.

Don't be afraid.

Clean him up.

Give one of the sardicar uniforms we've taken.

Full rank insignia.

Let him face his master with dignity.

You're mad.

Do you know that?

After you return with the Emperor's answer,

then we can discuss who is mad.

He's arrogant.

You're mad, just if I may suggest the time has come

to lose the forces of the Empire against scum.

Shut your mouth.

It's you.

I have the thank for this mess.

You and your capitalist family, Baron.

I really don't think your majesty, but this is the time to revisit old strategies.

I said buy it.

So he wants an answer, does he?

Sir, pay this.

The firm, Baron himself.

He's much easy.

What is this?

Some kind of midget.

My dear Baron.

Meet the sister of the one they call what team.

Their shields are going on.

They've given us their answer.

The top earth have been activated.

It's time, Gurney.

Your majesty, I had no idea.

He's lying, of course.

Why are the child?

They can deflate some more.

It's time to bring this sorry episode to a close.

Time for your brother to surrender.

As the prize for your life.

No.

I don't take orders from you, old man.

It's not wise to be so impudent, child.

You do not want to feel the full force on my power.

I am beyond your power.

Ask her.

Kill her.

Kill her now.

She's the abomination.

The one, the ancient Zwanda's about.

What is this?

Look at her father.

Can you not see it?

She is the daughter of Duke later.

She is our tradies.

Her brother is the Duke's son, poor.

He is the mwadi.

Impossible.

F.A.

The end game has already been written.

Do it, Gurney.

Do it now.

Gurney!

She's in my mind.

Gurney!

Gurney!

It's rather calm.

The shield wall is reached your Majesty.

The perimeter shield is full and cold against that.

Majesty, we must fall back to space and to reform.

Give her body to the storm!

Let the storm have what it can take.

I am in your Majesty.

Goodbye, grandfather.

The finally met the trade he's gone to buy.

Men just give me a mouse with green!

Prepare my shot.

Oh my god,

what little piece they had after we came to Arrakis was here.

Tell me again about the waters of your homeland, Tm.

Where water falls from the sky.

And plants grow so thick.

You can't walk in between them.

As Arrakis will be one day.

Our father's... our son.

He can never be replaced, Jimmy.

I will be honest, children.

I promise.

Is it over?

Almost.

Perhaps my respected consumer thinks he has things he's on way now.

There is a mask or murder of the great houses in

the space over Abroad to see young authorities.

I have but to give the word.

Your word means nothing anymore.

I am the emperor.

Not for long.

Despite orders to your navigators,

you are to depart our space and return the fleet to its homes immediately.

The guild does not take your order.

Tell them to look into the future.

They will see me staring back at them.

Ready to give the order.

The order to destroy all spice production on this planet.

My men are waiting in the desert.

There is a particularly large and volatile pre-spice mask there.

I need to raise my finger.

And the nest will be flooded with the changed water of life.

Jessica!

What have you done, Claus?

Spreading death among the makers, killing a cycle of life,

creating a chain reaction which will grow and grow until there are no makers left.

Until there is no spice left.

Jessica!

Silence him yourself.

Can he do this?

They know I can do this.

That is what they feared the most.

They have been monitoring the signals my men have been sending.

They know precisely where we are.

And what we can do.

Without the spice,

the navigators will become blind.

The many gesserate will lose all powers and all commerce

among the great houses will cease. Civilisation will end.

If I am not obeyed,

the spice will not flow.

But it will be suicide.

I think we both know the way out of this difficulty.

Don't we?

Oh, do not interfere, mother.

This is for the good of us all.

Never.

I don't have to venture like him.

The traitor to the empire.

Father, here is a man for it to be your son.

Do you really think I'd agree to such a thing?

What choice do we have?

Ten!

I vote, can't we?

Where this one is that?

The Baron's having every my lord.

Fade, we call bloody killer.

So it comes down to this.

Is my right?

Is the Baron now of House Harkening?

I demand satisfaction.

So you're what's left of the house?

They killed my father.

It's down to us.

Here we settle this vendetta once and for all.

He's a Harkening animal, more deep.

He's right, my lord.

Let me kill him.

It will be my gift to you.

This is the great Mwad deep, such a coward

that he must send others to do his dirty work.

Oh, see him.

Does this one fight in the emperor's name?

If he wishes it, he will meet you with my blade in his hand.

I wish it.

May thy knife, chip and shadow.

Don't do it.

Would you like the emperor's truth-sayer to prepare your spirit for its journey?

Or have you gone too native?

If you'd like that little pet up there, the pretty one.

To say a few pagan rites, eh?

Before I claim her.

I am not afraid.

Nothing to say your tradies.

Perhaps you'll answer this.

You're dead for the poison will stop your muscles and my knife will finish you.

It's over.

Gotcha.

Dang!

Here, Lin.

You cannot stop this thing.

The spies must flow.

You see her standing there.

So horny, so confident.

Let us hope she finds Solace in her writing in her books.

She'll have little else.

She may have my son's name, but it is we, the ones who carry the name of concubine,

that history will call wives.