Arrakis.
Dune.
A land so starved for water
a single tear is cherished.
Wilderness home to the mysterious
desert tribes called Fremen…
… who long for a messiah
to free them from Harkonnen bondage.
A messiah, a boy once known as Paul…
… now known as Muad’dib.
Too impatient, Farok.
You moved too soon.
Try again.
Watch his posture.
Even the slightest change in his breathing
gives you advantage.
Better, Farok. You’ll have it soon.
I am Otheym.
These are my brothers
from Sietch Gara Kulan.
We’ve come to find the one
who calls himself Muad’dib.
You’re a long way from your tribe, Otheym.
We’ve come to join your crusade.
We want to learn the Weirding way.
We want to become Fedaykin.
- You have the blessing of your naib?
- We do.
- We could fight as Muad’dib.
- I believe you.
Let their waters join with ours.
I must congratulate you
on the perfection of your heir, Baron.
He faces his 100th slave gladiator
in the arena this afternoon.
He appears ready.
Well then,
perhaps we might take this opportunity…
…to conduct our conversations.
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