Chapter Two

In the first years of my life, I was never an agent unto myself. To the Bene Gesserit, I was the final means to the ultimate end, the Kwisatz Haderach. To the Fremen, I was their Mahdi, the savior, the Voice from the Other World. I couldn’t even escape from myself, and here is the…

Chapter One

The irony of ironies in Muad’dib’s life lay in the duality that his desires represented: he wanted both anonymity—to live as a Fremen—and notoriety—the respect and eventual fealty of what would become his Imperium. This was especially the case during his two years among the Fremen after his family’s betrayal. To get a first-hand glimpse…