Stilgar, the naib of the tribe of Freman. [ He glances back behind them as if to make sure that no one had followed them. ] He was the one that Duncan had encountered when my father first sent him to Arrakis. We had a meeting with Stilgar and my father tried negotiations with him. I imagine that is in part of why my mother and I were allowed into his sietch and tribe.
[ He comes to a stop then and takes a seat at a rock--one that allows them to look over the dunes from a higher elevation. The wind gently tussles his sand ridden curls and a deep sigh leaves him. He wishes it were a simple answer to her question. Becoming "Maud'dib" had been a complicated path. The events, as everything else in the Imperium, were simple steps to follow. Yet, the inner workings are complex and layered. Machinations. Plans in plans.
Paul's hand squeezes hers again once she takes a seat beside him. ]
My mother and I woke on an ornithopter piloted by Harkonnens. After we took care of our captors? We had found a backpack left by Dr. Yueh. It had supplies we needed to be found in the desert after the attack on Arrakeen. Eventually, we came across Stilgar and his Freman. [ Paul's head tilts to the side as the memories come to him. His expression softens and yet seems far away at the same time. ] Things happened and both of us became members of the tribe in different ways. The name I picked for myself that all Freman might call me was "Maud'dib", the kangaroo mouse in the desert.
[ He glances at her and a small smile can be seen in his eyes. The awareness of his choice in name is apparent even to him. Wise in the desert, but otherwise, small and simply surviving in the vast barren lands known as Arrakeen. ]
We combined their knowledge of the desert and my knowledge of knowing how to fight the Harkonnens. "Desert power", my father called it. We've cultivated it in order to remove the Harkonnens from Arrakis. My mother doesn't like the idea of revenge. [ A shake of his head, as if to say it hardly bothers him. His fingers trail along hers in a move that he is certain may come off as far too bold. ] This path into the desert will only end at the feet of the Emperor. When I face him. When the Landsraad hears of what happened on Arrakis that day.
[ Blue-in-blue eyes flick upwards. Then, he turns his head back to Bastila. A smile is given to her. ] How did you survive that night, Basi?
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[ He comes to a stop then and takes a seat at a rock--one that allows them to look over the dunes from a higher elevation. The wind gently tussles his sand ridden curls and a deep sigh leaves him. He wishes it were a simple answer to her question. Becoming "Maud'dib" had been a complicated path. The events, as everything else in the Imperium, were simple steps to follow. Yet, the inner workings are complex and layered. Machinations. Plans in plans.
Paul's hand squeezes hers again once she takes a seat beside him. ]
My mother and I woke on an ornithopter piloted by Harkonnens. After we took care of our captors? We had found a backpack left by Dr. Yueh. It had supplies we needed to be found in the desert after the attack on Arrakeen. Eventually, we came across Stilgar and his Freman. [ Paul's head tilts to the side as the memories come to him. His expression softens and yet seems far away at the same time. ] Things happened and both of us became members of the tribe in different ways. The name I picked for myself that all Freman might call me was "Maud'dib", the kangaroo mouse in the desert.
[ He glances at her and a small smile can be seen in his eyes. The awareness of his choice in name is apparent even to him. Wise in the desert, but otherwise, small and simply surviving in the vast barren lands known as Arrakeen. ]
We combined their knowledge of the desert and my knowledge of knowing how to fight the Harkonnens. "Desert power", my father called it. We've cultivated it in order to remove the Harkonnens from Arrakis. My mother doesn't like the idea of revenge. [ A shake of his head, as if to say it hardly bothers him. His fingers trail along hers in a move that he is certain may come off as far too bold. ] This path into the desert will only end at the feet of the Emperor. When I face him. When the Landsraad hears of what happened on Arrakis that day.
[ Blue-in-blue eyes flick upwards. Then, he turns his head back to Bastila. A smile is given to her. ] How did you survive that night, Basi?