34.
LANVILLE
Shield.
The guards activate their individual shields.
In the shadows, Jessica reaches for Leto’s hand. He squeezes
her hand in his. Gives her a little smile.
A seam of light opens. The gangway lowering to the tarmac.
They squint in the sunlight. Gasp at the blast-furnace air.
Heat ripples off the pavement. Dust eddies around their feet.
GURNEY
“My lungs taste the air of Time,
Blown past falling sand...”
Paul stares into the blazing day. A new world before him.
An ATREIDES BAGPIPE PLAYER exits the ship, under the sun
blaze, playing a brief tune, like some call. He stops.
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Dozen of other bagpipes can be heard in the distance,
answering to the lonely player. Nearby, the Atreides legions
are marching out of troop carriers and forming up. An
impressive force in combat gear: light armor, helmets, swords
and daggers.
Engulfed by dust, a familiar silhouette welcomes them, Thufir
Hawat. He smiles as Paul steps forward to clasp his forearms
fondly.
PAUL
Thufir Hawat.
HAWAT
Young master! How does it feel to
walk on another world?
PAUL
I’m excited to say the least!
Hawat hugs Paul. Bows to Jessica. Clasps forearms with Leto.
LETO
How are you, old friend?
HAWAT
My Lord, my advance team has
secured the city. We’re still
smoothing out a few rough spots.
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