She was a common servant.
My servant.
And a good one, too…
…until she was 16,
and your father took her.
Now, I would like to hear
about your dreams.
They’re just dreams.
About what?
Why don’t you tell me?
Do you know what this is?
It is a test, young Atreides.
A test for what?
Put your hand inside and we’ll see.
What’s in it?
Pain.
I hold the Gom Jabbar at your throat,
young Atreides.
Keep your hand in the box and live.
Remove it and die.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer.
That’s right, boy.
Pray.
I will face my fear,
I will let it pass through me.
And when the fear is gone
there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
No woman, child,
ever withstood that much pain.
You are a gifted boy, young Atreides…
…but you have much to learn.
He survived.
You should’ve warned me.
She was forbidden.
I’m sorry.
Paul.
You were supposed to have a daughter.
You have hopelessly complicated matters.
An Atreides daughter could’ve been wed
to the Harkonnen heir.
The feud between the houses
could’ve been ended.
My duke wanted a son.
You arrogant girl.
Putting his desires above our interests.
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