55.
PAUL
It seemed the right way.
KYNES
It is the right way.
(quietly in Chakobsa,
subtitled)
He shall know your ways as
though born to them.
(CHAKOBSA TRANSLATION)
Ruha leda gefthek sahiimbit
qullaha hiyak. (PHONETIC: RU-
ha le-da GEF-thek sa-HIIM-bit
QUL-la-ha hi-yak)
Paul studies Kynes curiously. Sensing something.
PAUL
Are you Fremen?
KYNES
I am accepted in both sietch and
village. But I remain an out-
worlder in the Emperor’s service.
Now. Come and see the spice sands
on which your livelihood depends.
She turns to the ornithopter. Paul and Leto exchange glances
-- sensing hidden depths in this Imperial Planetologist.
51 INT./EXT. LETO’S ORNITHOPTER (IN FLIGHT) - DAY 51
Leto’s ornithopter flies over a rolling sea of endless dunes.
Paul stares.
PAUL
What would you do if your
ornithopter went down out here?
KYNES
You wouldn’t want to go down out
there. It’s worm territory.
GURNEY
Dust cloud!
LETO
I see it.
KYNES
That’s one of your harvesters.
Leto flies toward a SPICE CRAWLER, a massive harvester on
caterpillar tracks, sixty meters long. It’s creeping across a
SPICE BED -- a rust-red patch of melange in the desert. Its
stack throws a plume of yellow sand high into the air.
55.
