THE WINDS OF DUNE.
BY FRANK HERBERT, BRIAN HERBERT, AND KEVIN J. ANDERSON.
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To the Fremen, he is the Messiah; To the vanquished, he is the Tyrant; To the Bene Gesserit, he is the Kwisatz Haderach; But Paul is my son my son and always will be, no matter how far he falls. and always will be, no matter how far he falls.
-LADY JESSICA, d.u.c.h.ess of Caladan
The Emperor Paul-Muad"Dib survived a major a.s.sa.s.sination attempt when a stone-burner robbed him of his eyesight. Though blind, he could see the cracks in his empire, the political stresses and long-festering wounds that threatened to tear his rule apart. Ultimately he knew knew -whether through prescience or Mentat a.n.a.lysis-that the problems were insurmountable. -whether through prescience or Mentat a.n.a.lysis-that the problems were insurmountable.
With his beloved Chani dead in childbirth and his newborn twins helpless, Muad"Dib turned his back on humanity and his children and walked into the desert, leaving the empire to his sixteen-year-old sister, Alia. Thus, he abandoned everything he had worked to create.
Even the most careful historian can never know the reason for this.
-BRONSO OF IX, a.n.a.lysis of History: Muad"Dib a.n.a.lysis of History: Muad"Dib
Though he is gone, Muad"Dib never ceases to test us. Who are we to doubt his choices? Wherever he is, in life or death, Muad"Dib continues to watch over his people. That is why we must pray to him for guidance.
-PRINCESS IRULAN, The Legacy of Muad"Dib The Legacy of Muad"Dib
PART I
10, 207 AG
After the overthrow of Shaddam IV, the reign of Paul-Muad"Dib lasted fourteen years. He established his new capital in Arrakeen on the sacred desert planet, Dune. Though Muad"Dib"s Jihad is over at long last, conflicts continue to flare up.
Paul"s mother, the Lady Jessica, has withdrawn from the constant battles and political schemes and returned to the Atreides ancestral home of Caladan to serve there as d.u.c.h.ess.
In my private life on Caladan, I receive few reports of my son"s Jihad, not because I choose to be ignorant, but because the news is rarely anything I wish to hear.
-LADY JESSICA, d.u.c.h.ess of Caladan
The unscheduled ship loomed in orbit over Caladan, a former Guild Heighliner pressed into service as a Jihad transport.
A young boy from the fishing village, apprenticed to the Castle as a page, rushed into the garden courtyard. Looking awkward in his formal clothing, he blurted, "It"s a military-equipped vessel, my Lady. Fully armed!"
Kneeling beside a rosemary bush, Jessica snipped off fragrant twigs for the kitchens. Here in her private garden, she maintained flowers, herbs, and shrubs in a perfect combination of order and chaos, useful flora and pretty pleasantries. In the peace and stillness just after dawn, Jessica liked to work and meditate here, nourishing her plants and uprooting the persistent weeds that tried to ruin the careful balance.
Unruffled by the boy"s panic, she inhaled deeply of the aromatic evergreen oils released by her touch. Jessica rose to her feet and brushed dirt off her knees. "Have they sent any messages?"
"Only that they are dispatching a group of Qizarate emissaries, my Lady. They demand to speak with you on an urgent matter."
"They demand demand?"
The young man quailed at her expression. "I"m sure they meant it as a request, my Lady. After all, would they dare to make demands demands of of the d.u.c.h.ess of Caladan-and the mother of Muad"Dib? Still, it must be important news indeed, to warrant a vessel like that!" The young man fidgeted like an eel washed up on sh.o.r.e. the d.u.c.h.ess of Caladan-and the mother of Muad"Dib? Still, it must be important news indeed, to warrant a vessel like that!" The young man fidgeted like an eel washed up on sh.o.r.e.
She straightened her garment. "Well, I"m sure the emissary emissary considers it important. Probably just another request for me to increase the limits on the number of pilgrims allowed to come here." considers it important. Probably just another request for me to increase the limits on the number of pilgrims allowed to come here."
Caladan, the seat of House Atreides for more than twenty generations, had escaped the ravages of the Jihad, primarily because of Jessica"s refusal to let too many outsiders swarm in. Caladan"s self-sufficient people preferred to be left alone. They would gladly have accepted their Duke Leto back, but he had been murdered through treachery at high levels; now the people had his son Paul-Muad"Dib instead, the Emperor of the Known Universe.
Despite Jessica"s best efforts, Caladan could never be completely isolated from the outside storms in the galaxy. Though Paul paid little attention to his home planet anymore, he had been christened and raised here; the people could never escape the shadow cast by her son.
After all the years of Paul"s Jihad, a weary and wounded peace had settled over the Imperium like a cold winter fog. Looking at the young messenger now, she realized that he had been born after Paul became Emperor. The boy had never known anything but the looming Jihad and the harsher side of her son"s nature....
She left the courtyard gardens, shouting to the boy. "Summon Gurney Halleck. He and I will meet the delegation in the main hall of Castle Caladan."
Jessica changed out of her gardening clothes into a sea-green gown of state. She lifted her ash-bronze hair and draped a pendant bearing a golden Atreides hawk crest around her neck. She refused to hurry. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered what news the ship might bring. Perhaps it wasn"t a trivial matter after all....
Gurney was waiting for her in the main hall. He had been out running his gaze hounds, and his face was still flushed from the exercise. "According to the s.p.a.ceport, the emissary is a high-ranking member of the Qizarate, bringing an army of retainers and honor guards from Arrakis. Says he has a message of the utmost importance."
She pretended a disinterest she did not truly feel. "By my count, this is the ninth "urgent message" they"ve delivered since the Jihad ended two years ago." this is the ninth "urgent message" they"ve delivered since the Jihad ended two years ago."
"Even so, my Lady, this one feels different."
Gurney had aged well, though he was not, and never would be, a handsome man with that inkvine scar on his jaw and those haunted eyes. In his youth he"d been ground under the Harkonnen boot, but years of brave service had shaped him into one of House Atreides"s greatest a.s.sets.
She lowered herself into the chair that her beloved Duke Leto had once used. While scurrying castle servants prepared for the emissary and his entourage, the director of the kitchen staff asked Jessica about appropriate refreshments. She answered in a cool tone, "Just water. Serve them water."
"Nothing else, my Lady? Is that not an insult to such an important personage?"
Gurney chuckled. "They"re from Dune. They"ll consider it an honor."
The foyer"s oaken castle doors were flung open to the damp breeze, and the honor guard marched in with a great commotion. Fifteen men, former soldiers from Paul"s Jihad, carried green banners with highlights of black or white. The members of this unruly entourage wore imitation stillsuits as if they were uniforms, though stillsuits were completely unnecessary in Caladan"s moist air. Glistening droplets covered the group from the light drizzle that had begun to fall outside; the visitors seemed to consider it a sign from G.o.d.
The front ranks of the entourage shifted aside so that a Qizara, a yellow-robed priest of the Jihad, could step forward. The priest lowered his damp hood to show his bald scalp, and his eyes glittered with awe, completely blue from addiction to the spice melange. "I am Isbar, and I present myself to the mother of Muad"Dib." He bowed, then continued the bow all the way to the floor until he had prostrated himself.
"Enough of this. Everyone here knows who I am."
Even when Isbar stood, he kept his head bowed and his eyes averted. "Seeing the bounty of water on Caladan, we more fully understand Muad"Dib"s sacrifice in coming to Dune as the savior of the Fremen."
Jessica"s voice had enough of an edge to show that she did not wish to waste time on ceremony. "You have come a long way. What is the urgency this time?" to waste time on ceremony. "You have come a long way. What is the urgency this time?"
Isbar seemed to wrestle with his message as if it were a living thing, and Jessica sensed the depth of his dread. The members of the honor guard remained silent as statues.
"Out with it, man!" Gurney ordered.
The priest blurted, "Muad"Dib is dead, my Lady. Your son has gone to Shai-Hulud."
Jessica felt as though she had been struck with a cudgel.
Gurney groaned. "Oh no. No ... not Paul!"
Isbar continued, anxious to purge himself of his words. "Forsaking his rule, the holy Muad"Dib walked out into the desert and vanished into the sands."
It took all of Jessica"s Bene Gesserit training to erect a thick wall around herself, to give herself time to think. The shutdown of her emotions was automatic, ingrained. She forced herself not to cry out, kept her voice quiet and steady. "Tell me everything, priest."
The Qizara"s words stung like sand pellets blown by a harsh wind. "You know of the recent plot by traitors among his own Fedaykin. Even though blinded by a stone-burner, the blessed Muad"Dib viewed the world with divine eyes, not the artificial Tleilaxu ones that he purchased for his injured soldiers."
Yes, Jessica knew all of that. Because of her son"s dangerous decisions, and backlash from the Jihad, he"d always faced the very real threat of a.s.sa.s.sination. "But Paul survived the plot that blinded him. Was there another one?"
"An extension of the same conspiracy, Great Lady. A Guild Steersman was implicated, as well as the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam." He added, as an afterthought, "By order of the Imperial Regent Alia, both have now been executed along with Korba the Panegyrist, architect of the cabal against your son."
Too many facts clamored at her at once. Mohiam, executed executed? That news shook her to the core. Jessica"s relationship with the old Reverend Mother had been tumultuous, love and hate cycling like the tides.
Alia ... Regent now? Not Irulan? Of course, it was appropriate. But if Alia Alia was the ruler ... "What of Chani, my son"s beloved? What of Princess Irulan, his wife?" was the ruler ... "What of Chani, my son"s beloved? What of Princess Irulan, his wife?"
"Irulan has been imprisoned in Arrakeen until her involvement in the plot can be measured. Regent Alia would not allow her to be executed with the others, but it is known that Irulan a.s.sociated with the traitors." The priest swallowed hard. "As for Chani ... she did not survive the birth of the twins."
"Twins?" Jessica shot to her feet. "I have grandchildren?"
"A boy and a girl. Paul"s children are healthy, and-"
Her calm facade slipped dangerously. "You did not think to inform me of this immediately?" She struggled to organize her thoughts. "Tell me all all that I need to know, without delay." that I need to know, without delay."
The Qizara fumbled with his story. "You know of the ghola who was a gift to Muad"Dib from the Tleilaxu and the Guild? He turned out to be a weapon, an a.s.sa.s.sination tool created from the slain body of a faithful Atreides retainer."
Jessica had heard of the ghola grown from Duncan Idaho"s dead cells, but had always a.s.sumed him to be some sort of exotic performer or Jongleur mimic.
"Hayt had the appearance and mannerisms of Duncan Idaho, but not the memories," the priest continued. "Though programmed to kill Muad"Dib, his true personality surfaced and defeated the alter ego, and through that crisis he became the true Duncan Idaho again. Now he aids the Imperial Regent Alia."
At first, the idea amazed her-Duncan, truly alive and aware again?-then her focus returned to the most pressing question. "Enough distractions, Isbar. I need more details about what happened to my son."
The priest kept his head bowed, which m.u.f.fled his voice. "They say that through prescience, Muad"Dib knew knew the tragedies that would befall him, but could do nothing to prevent what he called his "terrible purpose." That knowledge destroyed him. Some say that at the end he was truly blind, without any future sight, and he could no longer bear the grief." The Qizara paused, then spoke with greater confidence. "But I believe, as do many others, that Muad"Dib knew it was his time, that he felt the call of Shai-Hulud. His spirit is still out there on the sands, forever intertwined with the desert." the tragedies that would befall him, but could do nothing to prevent what he called his "terrible purpose." That knowledge destroyed him. Some say that at the end he was truly blind, without any future sight, and he could no longer bear the grief." The Qizara paused, then spoke with greater confidence. "But I believe, as do many others, that Muad"Dib knew it was his time, that he felt the call of Shai-Hulud. His spirit is still out there on the sands, forever intertwined with the desert."
Gurney wrestled with his sorrow and anger, clenching and unclenching his fists. "And you all just let let him walk off into the dunes, blind?" him walk off into the dunes, blind?"
"That"s what blind Fremen are compelled to do, Gurney," Jessica said.
Isbar straightened. "One does not "let" Muad"Dib do a thing, Gurney Halleck. He knows the will of G.o.d. It is not for us to understand what he chooses to do."
Gurney would not let the matter drop so easily. "And were searches made? Did you attempt to find him? Was his body recovered?"
"Many "thopters flew over the desert, and many searchers probed the sands. Alas, Muad"Dib has vanished." Isbar bowed reverently.
Gurney"s eyes were shining as he turned to Jessica. "Given his skills in the desert, my Lady, he might might have survived. Paul could have found a way." have survived. Paul could have found a way."
"Not if he didn"t want to survive." She shook her head, then looked sharply at the priest. "What of Stilgar? What is his part in this?"
"Stilgar"s loyalty is beyond question. The Bene Gesserit witch, Korba, and the Steersman died by his hand. He remains on Dune as liaison to the Fremen."
Jessica tried to imagine the uproar that would occur across the Imperium. "And when did all this happen? When was Paul last seen?"
"Twenty-seven days ago," Isbar said.
Gurney roared in astonishment. "Almost a month! By the infinite h.e.l.ls, what took you so long to get here?"
The priest backed away from the man"s anger, b.u.mping into members of the entourage. "We needed to make the proper arrangements and gather a party of appropriate importance. It was necessary to obtain a sufficiently impressive Guild ship to bring this terrible news."
Jessica felt pummeled by blow after blow. Twenty-seven days-and she hadn"t known, hadn"t guessed. How had she not sensed the loss of her son?
"There is one more thing, my Lady, and we are all disturbed by it," Isbar added. "Bronso of Ix continues to spread lies and heresy. He was captured once while Muad"Dib was alive, but he escaped from his death cell. Now the news of your son"s death has emboldened him. His blasphemous writings demean the sacred memory of the Messiah. He distributes treatises and manifestos, seeking to strip Muad"Dib of his greatness. We must stop him, my Lady. As the mother of the Holy Emperor, you-"
Jessica cut him off. "My son is dead, Isbar. Bronso has been producing his tracts for seven years and you haven"t been able to stop him-so his complaints are hardly news. I have no time for trivial conversation." She rose abruptly. "This audience is at an end."
Yes, I am haunted by memories from my past, but not all of them are sad. I recall many joyous times with Paul Paul Atreides-Paul, not Muad"Dib, mind you. As I consider those times now, I feel like a man who has been served many fine banquets. Atreides-Paul, not Muad"Dib, mind you. As I consider those times now, I feel like a man who has been served many fine banquets.
-GURNEY HALLECK, "Memories and Ghosts," Unfinished Songs Unfinished Songs
Scenting prey, the gaze hounds bayed, and Gurney ran with them. The cool air of that afternoon burned his lungs as he crashed through the underbrush, subconsciously trying to run from the devastating news.
The muscular gaze hounds, with gold-green eyes, wide set and bright, had vision as acute as an eagle"s, and a keen sense of smell. Protected by thick coats of russet and gray fur, the beasts splashed across brackish puddles, ripped through pampas gra.s.s, and howled like a choir performing for the tone deaf. The joy of the hunt was palpable in their actions.
Gurney loved his hounds. Years ago, he had kept another six dogs, but had been forced to put them down when they contracted the bloodfire virus. Jessica herself had given him these puppies to raise, and he resisted placing himself in a risky emotional position again, resolving not to become attached, considering the pain of losing all those other dogs.
That old grief was nothing compared to what he felt now. Paul Atreides, the young Master, was dead....