92.
PAUL
But suppose I presented the Emperor
with an alternative to chaos. The
Emperor has no sons. Only
daughters.
The audacity of his words takes their breath away.
KYNES
You’d make a play for the throne?
You’re a lost boy, hiding in a hole
in the ground.
Paul’s voice cracks like a whip:
PAUL
You will call me my Lord or Sire.
(more gently)
Fremen speak of the Lisan al-Gaib,
the Voice from the Outer World who
will lead them to Paradise.
Jessica frowns. Paul is accepting the religious mantle. A
dangerous game. She murmurs:
JESSICA
Careful...
But Kynes looks away, shaken. Her heart wants to believe.
KYNES
Superstition.
PAUL
I know you loved a Fremen warrior,
and lost him in battle. I know you
walk in two worlds and are known by
many names. I know your dream.
Kynes stares at Paul, suddenly vulnerable.
PAUL (CONT'D)
As Emperor, I could make a Paradise
of Arrakis with a wave of my hand.
105A INT. NEXUS - DAY 105A
Kynes’s Fremen companions -- six warriors, men and women --
sit drinking coffee from little silver cups.
A quiet SCRAPE makes them all freeze like deer. A spill of
sand from the vents overhead draws their eyes.
92.
