I've finally collected all of the Japanese Hayakawa editions of the #Dune series. Here's a thread of some of the beautiful artwork by Shotaro Ishinomori and Naoyuki Kato. Heads up that there will be a few general spoilers throughout.

Dune pt. 1 - illustrated by Shotaro Ishinomori, creator of Cyborg 009, Super Sentai, and Kamen Rider.

Each booklet starts with a 2 page color spread. I can't read any of this, but I'm assuming this is Lady Jessica taking Paul to the Reverend Mother on Caladan.

I wish I could have a foldout of this Japanese map of Arrakis instead of it split across two pages, but still pretty neat. I'll have to find how the locations were translated.

"Put your right hand in the box," she said.

It was a relief globe of a world, partly in shadows, spinning under the impetus of a fat hand that glittered with rings.

How many times must I tell that lad never to settle himself with his back to a door?

"In shield fighting, one moves fast on defense, slow on attack," Paul said

Yueh watched Paul work the page adjustment, thought: I salve my own conscience. I give him the surcease of religion before betraying him. Thus may I say to myself that he has gone where I cannot go.

The Duke was tall, olive skinned. His thin face held harsh angles warmed only by deep gray eyes. He wore a black working uniform with red armorial hawk crest at the breast. A silvered shield belt with the patina of much use girded his narrow waist.

It could only be one thing, Jessica knew, the fabled crysknife of Arrakis, the blade that had never been taken off the planet, and was known only by rumor and wild gossip.

From behind the headboard slipped a tiny hunter-seeker no more than five centimeters long. Paul recognized it at once- a common assassination weapon that every child of royal blood learned about at an early age.

A tall, robed figure stood in the door, barred by the crossed swords of the guard. A light tan robe completely enveloped the man except for a gap in the hood and black veil that exposed eyes of total blue- no white in them at all.

#Dune pt. 2

"Gods, what a monster!"

"On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power," the Duke said. "here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul..."

"Your desert boots are fitted slip-fashion at the ankles. Who told you to do that? "It... seemed the right way." "That it most certainly is." And Kynes rubbed his cheek, thinking of the legend: "He shall know your ways as though born to them."

A wide hole emerged from the sand. Sunlight flashed from glistening white spokes within it. The hole's diameter was at least twice the length of the crawler, Paul estimated. He watched as the machine slid into that opening in a billow of dust and sand. The hole pulled back.

"[My father] said the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandable- except when you see it happen in the drawing room... And, I should add, except when you see it at the dinner table."

They were always calling on Idaho for surveillance of the ladies!

"Whatever rumors you've heard about our schools," she said, "the truth is far greater. If I wished to destroy the Duke... or you, or any other person within my reach, you could not stop me."

"Remember the tooth!" Yueh hissed. "The tooth!"

"You promised I could have her," Piter said. The tenor voice had lost some of its cold reserve.

The toe was aimed with a precision that did credit to his long years of training... The tip struck the soft part of Czigo's abdomen just below the sternum, slammed upward with terrible force over the liver and through the diaphragm to crush the right ventricle of the man's heart.

Did I breathe it? he asked himself. Whatever it was in there, did it get me, too?

Now, my father, I can mourn you. And he felt the tears coursing down his cheeks.

#Dune pt. 3 - I forgot to mention the Japanese title is "Dyûn Suna no Wakusei," or "Dune: Planet of Sand." Some of the later title translations get pretty interesting.

A grating sound of fury exploded from the rock shadows they had left. It was a flailing avalanche of noise.

Now Harkonnen shall kill Harkonnen," Paul whispered.

A rare smile touched Idaho's round, placid face. "M'Lord... Sire, I've left them a little sur- Glaring white light filled the desert- bright as the sun, etching their shadows onto the rock floor of the ledge.

"I'll try to escape another way. If I'm captured... well, I'm still Imperial Planetologist. I can say I was your captive."

"They are dead, Baron," said Iakin Nefud, the guard captain. "Both the woman and the boy are certainly dead."

The mouth snaked toward the narrow crack where Paul and Jessica huddled. Cinnamon yelled in their nostrils. Moonlight flashed from crystal teeth.

"Most intruders here regret finding the Fremen!"

"It is said that a Bene Gesserit and her offspring hold the key to our future," he said. "Do you believe I am that one?" She watched his face, thinking: The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of such great peril.

"I'll sheath my knife in your blood," Jamis snarled. And in the middle of the last word he pounced. Paul withdrew, crouching low, "First, you must find my blood," he said.

"To Paul-Muad'Dib goes this portion," Chani said. "may he guard it for the tribe, preserving it against careless loss. May he be generous with it in time of need. May he pass it on in his time for the good of the tribe."

On his seventeenth birthday, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen killed his one hundredth slave-gladiator in the family games.

"I did it, my poor, uninformed, dear little daughter, I brought you into this universe and exposed your awareness to all its varieties without any defenses." A tiny outflowing of love-comfort, like a reflection of what she had poured into it, came from the other mote.

#Dune pt. 4 - 予言者 - The Prophet

"The Space above Arrakis is filled with the ships of the Guild... The Padishah Emperor himself is there," Paul said.

"I give you my pledge and what do you give me? Feyd-Rautha asked. "I let you go on living," the Baron said

"And you've never wondered where the Emperor get his Sardaukar?"

"Tell me again about the waters of your birthworld, Usual," she said.

What have I borne? Jessica asked herself. A daughter who knew at birth everything that I knew... and more: everything revealed to her out of the corridors of the past by the Reverend Mother's within me.

"And I am a Fremen born this day here in the Habbanya erg. I have had no life before this day. I was as a child until this day."

"Paul," he whispered. Then louder: "Is it truly Paul?" "Don't you trust your own eyes?" Paul asked.

The man at the captain's left leaped without warning toward Paul, met the flashing impact of his own captain's knife in his chest.

"This was my father's ducal signet," he said. "I swore never to wear it again until I was ready to lead my troops over all of Arrakis and claim it as my rightful fief." He put the ringer on his finger and clenched his fist.

"You couldn't be more wrong, Gurney," Paul said.

Chani sat staring at Paul. If he has tried to do this, she thought. And it's the sort of thing he might try...

"Is there anything new to see from here?" Gurney asked. "We should be getting under cover. The storm is coming."

"Make him afraid some more, Shaddam. I shouldn't enjoy this, but I find the pleasure impossible to suppress."

A small, black-robed figure could be seen momentarily against the light- Alia darting out to find a knife and, as befitted her Fremen training, to kill Harkonnen and Sardaukar wounded.

Without being told it, Paul knew her- Princess Royal, Bene Gesserit- trained, a face that time vision had shown him in many aspects: Irulan.

This is the climax, Paul thought. From here, the future will open, the clouds part onto a kind of glory. And if I die here, they'll say I sacrificed myself that my spirit may lead them. And if I live, they'll say nothing can oppose Muad'Dib.

And honorable mention goes to the '85 revised edition of Hayakwa's #Dune that replaced the artwork with production stills and screengrabs from the '84 movie. Tomorrow, I'll be sharing the first part of BOTH editions of #DuneMessiah, my favorite in the series.

#DuneMessiah pt.1- "Sabaku no Kyūseishu" or "Desert Savior." The '73 edition on the left was still illustrated by Shotaro Ishinomori, but the '85 revised edition on the right was the start of Naoyuki Kato's work in the series. What do people think of the comparison? #Dune

Where Otheym's house had been there stood now a pillar of fire, a blinding jet roaring at the heavens.

"Our conspiracy requires a level," Scytale said. "We are more than conspirators," the Reverend Mother countered.

The pot had come to him as a ghanima, a spoil of battle won when he'd slain the former owner in single combat. Jamis, that'd been the man's name... Jamis. What an odd immortality death had earned for Jamis.

"A Qizara Tafwid stood nearby when I came dripping from that water... He watched me with eyes that knew I had learned something which was denied to him. I had become a sea creature and I frightened him. The sea healed me of the Jihad and I think he saw this."

Paul, resuming his seat, thought he had never seen her under such poor control. Leaning toward her, he said: "Irulan, I am truly sorry."

What debt do I owe Duncan's flesh? he wondered. The man died saving my life. But this is not Idaho, this is a ghola.

Alia experienced a sense of supreme exaltation. Attacking blade and target became blurs among blurs. She felt that the sword in her hand had become alive. She was an anti-target. She did not move the blade; it moved her.

"What I believe is of no moment, Sire," Edric said. "It seems to most observers, however, that you conspire to make a god of yourself. And one might ask if that is something any mortal can do... safely."

To die in the desert was a common enough occurrence. But a Fremen addicted to semuta, this was such a rarity that Paul had sent her to examine the scene in the ways their mother had taught them.

"I saw a moon fall," Paul said. "It was gone, destroyed. I heard a great hissing. The earth shook." "You are drunk on too much time," the ghola said.

Through that towering doorway she marched with her guards into the Grand Reception Hall of the Emperor Paul Atreides- "Muad'Dib, before whom all people are dwarfed." Now, she saw the effect of that popular saying at work.

And he thought: Irulan prolonged your life, beloved. For you, the time of birth is the time of death.

He knew her ritual and its roots, but he had never before stood out here with the pilgrims, watched her through their eyes. Here, performing the mystery of this place, he saw that she partook of the universe which opposed him.

Paul, knowing that sound and glow from the earliest nightmare glimpses of his vision, felt an odd sense of fulfillment. It went the way it must. "Stone burner!" someone screamed.

"I don't need eyes to see you," Paul said. And he began describing Korba, every movement, every twitch, every alarmed and pleading look at the gallery.

"What are you doing to me?" Hayt gasped. "You are the instrument I was taught to play," Bijaz said.

"He will not be found," Stilgar said. "Yet all men will find him."

"My eyes, father." The word-shapings shimmered before his sightless vision. "My son!" Paul whispered, too low for any to hear. "You're... aware." "Yes, father. Look!"

The saga of #Dune is far from over. Tomorrow, I'll continue with #ChildrenOfDune.

This is the last set of the #Dune books Satoro Ishinomori illustrated as God Emperor wasn't published until '81. Naoyuki Kato would continue illustrating the remaining editions in the '80s. #ChildrenOfDune pt.1

There were Baronies and Earldoms to be had on the many worlds of this realm... once the twin Atreides were removed.

"It's rumored that my mother has returned to the Sisterhood," Alia said, "and you both know what the Bene Gesserit think about..." "Abomination," Leto said.

All around the Lady Jessica, reaching far out into the dun flatness of the landing plain upon which her transport rested, crackling and sighing after its dive from space, stood an ocean of humanity.

With the baliset sounding in his own hands, Leto felt himself more and more dominated by his father's psychical presence.

"Tell me, Tyekanik, how will my son like the sound of Emperor Farad'n I?"

"You at least are human," Jessica blurted. "I trust my instinct on this." Ghanima saw the truth in this, said: "But you're not sure of Leto." "I'm not." "Abomination?"

"Among the Cast Out we have a special test for manhood," Muriz said.

"The Golden Path, then," Ghanima said, and she spoke as much to herself as to him, knowing how their father's last vision met and melted into Leto's dreams.

"I have come to interpret your dream, Puissant Lord."

"You remind me of your father" she said. "Is that hurtful to you?" "In a way, but it's reassuring to know he lives on in you." "How little you understand of how he lives on in me."

Alia felt herself shivering with awareness. Gods below! That voice! It had been cracked by years in the burning sands, but it could be the remnant of Paul's voice.

"Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year?"

Duncan saw Alia studying him, turned away. Love could not hide the changes in her, nor conceal from him the transparency of her motives.

For the first time, as he watched Ghanima and the Lady Jessica, Stilgar began to understand what it must be like to live in such a scrambled web of memories, unable to retreat or find a sealed room of the mind.

#ChildrenOfDune pt.2, #Dune

"The beasts they send for us will be large," Ghanima said. "We may have time to see them coming." "Not if they come in the night."

Why can't they see it as I see it? Idaho wondered.

"Madame, I see no logical reason why thou refusest to denounce the Preacher. He cannot be thy son. I make a reasonable request: denounce him."

"Matricide does not sit well on my daughter," Jessica said.

"Tigers," he said. "Laza tigers," she corrected him.

As if her words put the burden upon him, he felt the weight of all those hopes and dreams which followed House Corrino. "Yes," he said, "I understand about them, but I find some of the things done in my name distasteful."

With the cry she tipped the blade and stabbed along the cleft's dark opening. Claws found her elbow before the knife touch flesh, and she had time only to tip her wrist toward the pain before agony raked her arm from elbow to wrist.

I should've suspected him earlier, she thought. The signs were all there. Then, with an acid tightening of her stomach: He killed my brother!

"Of course," Jessica said, "you'll want me to teach you as the Bene Gesserit are taught." Farad'n beamed at here. "The one offer I cannot resist," he said.

"The son of Muad'Dib risked!" The Preacher shouted, and Alia heard tears in his voice. "Muad'Dib risked! They paid their price! And what did Muad'Dib achieve? A religion which is doing away with him!"

Without turning, she said: "The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion, Duncan. Why do you wish words with me?"

A peal of dry thunder sounded like an echo from distant drums and, in the space between moonlight and darkness he saw sudden movement: bats. He could hear the stirring of their wings, their tiny squeaks.

"I see you've recognized the spice essence," Halleck said. "You're to take the worm trip, lad. You must go through it. Otherwise, what your father dared and you dare not would hang over you for the rest of your days."

"You agree to this betrothal, Ghanima?" Alia asked, ignoring Irulan. "On my terms," Ghanima said, hand still on her crysknife.

#ChildrenOfDune pt. 3 - #Dune

My skin is not my own.

"My mind controls my reality." His eyes glittered, and he repeated it, louder this time: "My mind controls my reality!" "That is the beginning of prana-bindu balance," Jessica said. "It is only the beginning, though."

Looking down at him in the dim starlight, she asked: "How could there be no more worms?" "Only I can change that," he said. "Have no fear. I can change anything."

Now, alone in the 'thopter, he allowed his grief to spend itself in great wracking sobs. Alia was gone. They had parted forever. Tears flowed from his Tleilaxu eyes and he whispered: "Let all the waters of Dune flow into the sand. They will not match my tears."

In absolutes, we may lose our way. This made him think of the familiar warning from a Fremen ditty: "Who loses his way in the Tanzerouft loses his life." The patterns could guide and they could trap. One had to remember that patterns change.

Everything went on trust now and the narrow thread of his vision to which he clung. If that failed, Allahu akbahr. Sometimes one had to submit to a greater order.

No corner of his attention was left to dwell upon the terrifying consequences of what he did here. Only the necessities of his trance vision mattered. Only the Golden Path could come from this ordeal.

"I am Leto Atreides," Leto said. "Your worm stopped because I commanded it." The Preacher stood in frozen silence.

"This is your universe now," Paul said.

Without hesitating, Idaho drew his knife in one swift motion and drove its point into the breast of the unsuspecting Javid.

"I'll select their new Naib! And it'll be you, Buer Agarves, on the day you bring me Stilgar's head."

Here was Shai-Hulud come up from the sand at last!

"Oh God, my flesh longeth for Thy way in a dry and thirsty land!"

"One of us had to accept the agony," she said, "and he was always the stronger."

Can't wait for tomorrow when I finally get to #GodEmperorOfDune. Let's get weird. #Dune

#GodEmperorOfDune pt. 1 - published in '84, this would continue Naoyuki Kato's work for the rest of the #Dune series. His figures are more reserved and static compared to Ishinomori's, but I enjoy his depictions of architecture, technology, and lighting and scale.

"I am a predator, Moneo."

"Siona Ibn Fuad al-Seyefa Atreides it is who curses you, Leto. You will pay in full!"

Idaho spoke with derision: "Tell me, Leto: How many times must I pay the debt of loyalty?"

"Yes! He is capable of love. Oh, yes! We have him now."

"He told us to assure you that he still loves you as the Atreides have always loved you." She was obviously awed by her own words.

"The God Emperor has told me that he knows about an agreement between Ix and the Guild. We are attempting to make a mechanical amplifier of... those Guild navigational talents which presently rely on melange."

Moneo jerked his attention from Leto's face and peered into the distances of the mausoleum corridors. I will be here someday. The Golden Path may continue, but I will end.

Sister Chenoeh said, "I will report your words accurately, Lord."

Nayla moved in a steady, plodding pace as she climbed the circular stairs to the God Emperor's audience chamber atop the Citadel's south tower.

"Well, Duncan," Leto said. "You were warned."

What is it about this morning that makes me think about my lost humanity? Leto wondered.

"Tell the Reverend Mothers that by tonight the Empire will be rid of its God Emperor. We will strike him today before he reaches Onn. We cannot fail."

"One day all of this will be gone," the Lord Leto had said. Shocked, Moneo had asked: " What will the Guild and Bene Gesserit do then?" "What they are doing now, but more violently."

Leto reacted with the first sound of lasguns. He swerved the Royal Cart off the road to his right, shifted from wheels to suspensors and drove the vehicle back like a battering ram into a clot of Face Dancers trying to enter the fray from his side.

#GodEmperorOfDune pt. 2

At the battle's edge, he arched over his defenders and lunged at the attackers' flank, aware only then of lasguns which sent livid blue arcs leaping toward him. He felt his cart thudding into flesh, scattering bodies all around.

During the private audience period preceding the Festival proper, many commented that the God Emperor spent more than the allotted time with the new Ixian Ambassador, a young woman named Hwi Noree.

"Whatever I do," Leto said, "it is to teach a lesson."

"Intelligence creates," Leto said. "That means you must deal with responses never before imagined. You must confront the new."

He knew why Hwi Noree had been sent to him now. How well he knew! My most secret secret is exposed.

He knew the answer without asking- that familiar face, the genotype carried true. Myself as a child.

Immediately, a roaring cry of "Siaynoq! Siaynoq!" filled the great hall.

The tight curves of the ramp made Hwi dizzy. Brilliant tiny white glowglobes in the central well, illuminating a purple-green vine with elephantine leaves. The vine was suspended on shimmering golden wires.

"Everything about you interests me."

But Moneo felt that the news he brought this morning was guaranteed to arouse The Worm Who Is God. How to present it?

"...He said that I must remember it at all times, that the God Leto is a different person to each of us."

Blood lubricated the street. Blood was buffered water to his body, but death released the water. His flailing body slipped and slithered in it, the water igniting blue smoke from every flexion place where it slipped through the sandtrout skin.

The Face Dancer performance occupied almost two hours of the morning and afterward came the announcement which sent shock waves through the Festival City. "It has been centuries since he took a bride!"

"Then... one day you wake up and you remember dying... and you remember the axlotl tank... and the Tleilaxu nastiness which awakened you... and it's supposed to start all over again. But it doesn't. It never does, Leto. That's a crime!"

#GodEmperorOfDune pt. 3 - #Dune

The fluttering wings of an ornithopter whispered on the air just at nightfall to signal Moneo's arrival. Faithful Moneo.

"Paradox is a pointer telling you to look beyond it. If paradoxes bother you, that betrays your deep desire for absolutes. The relativist treats a paradox merely as interesting, perhaps amusing or even, dreadful thought, educational."

"They made me too well," she said. "I was designed to please an Atreides. Leto says his Duncan is more an Atreides than many born to the name."

Ahhh, Siona, he thought, you do not even begin to suspect how I will test you.

"He has been breeding us for a long time, Duncan, strengthening many things in us. He has bred us for speed, for intelligence, for self restraint, for sensitivity. You're... you're just an older model."

"What happens if I don't learn your damned lesson?" "You'll probably die," he said.

"Damn you all!" Idaho snarled. He turned and dashed from the room.

Siona pulled back her face flap and lifted her face greedily to the falling water, not even noticing the effect on Leto.

"His wishes!" Siona taunted. "Hear that, Duncan? The God Emperor's commands are now wishes."

"You, a Fremen?" Idaho demanded. "I lived with Fremen! I fought by their sides against Harkonnen! I died with Fremen! You? You're a sham!"

And now, of course, there was the matter of Malky.

His hands stopped trembling. A tear rolled down each of his cheeks. When the tears touched his cowl, wisps of blue smoke erupted. He sensed the burning and was thankful for the pain.

I will defeat you, Leto. I will defeat you for myself, not for Hwi, but only for myself.

Shattered spangles of what had been his skin exploded away from him, a rain of silver all around him darting away into the river, a ring of dazzling movement, brittle sequins- the scale-glitter of sandtrout leaving him to begin their own colony lives.

Tomorrow, we start on #HereticsOfDune with some of my favorite #Dune characters in the entire series

#HereticsOfDune pt. 1 - "Sabaku no itan-sha" or Heretics in the Desert" or "Desert Heretics" - I believe this cover is Duncan and an axlotl tank and it's giving me major Major Kusanagi vibes #Dune

"We've been a long time waiting for you," Odrade said. "We will not give those fools another opportunity to lose you."

Odrade, looking down at Taraza now, said: "Dar and Tar." A smile twitched the edges of Taraza's mouth.

"You carry the authentic blood of Duncan Idaho." "Who are my parents?" "They are long dead." "How did they die?" "I do not know. We received you as an orphan." "Then why do people want to harm me?" "They fear what you may do."

A Face Dancer might mimic his features and pose, might dissemble at a Masheikh's command, but no Masheikh or khasadar would be fooled. Only the powindahs would be gulled. Except for the Bene Gesserit!

She thought of the worms mainly as "they who spared me," or as Shaitan. They belonged to her now.

"Humankind has become infinite," she said. "That is the true gift of the Scattering."

A look of glee came over Waff's face. The returned Tleilaxu of the Scattering reported truthfully! By a simple mind-print he had confirmed this new weapon of his people!

Gradually, so gradually that she could not identify the point of transition, she recognized her great power over those around her.

"We are being observed by people from the Scattering," he said. Taraza relaxed. Teg's performance had been memorable.

"We are both Atreides, you and I," Odrade said.

In her most ingenuous tones, Sheeana said: "Tell me about the Bene Gesserit, Hedley."

#HereticsOfDune pt. 2 - No-Ship, #Dune

"Each attack is a feather floating on the infinite road," Duncan said. His voice gave no hint of exertion. "As the feather approaches, it is diverted and removed."

Taraza delved deep into her Other Memories. A Prophet on Rakis? Muad'Dib? No... that did not square with either Sufi or Zensunni beliefs in... The Tyrant!

With a sudden outflowing awareness, which she had experienced before only during the spice agony, Odrade saw through to the total pattern of what she had just witnessed in the Great Square... A language!

Taraza did not want him to act logically. She wanted him to do exactly what he was doing, what he had always done in the tight spots. The unexpected.

At her words, Waff jerked both arms up, trying to aim at the two separated and difficult targets. Before his muscles responded, Odrade was under his guard.

"I don't want the memories!" Duncan shot a startled look at Teg. "Yes! Yes, I do want them."

"They killed me," Duncan said. It was a flatly unemotional statement, all the more chilling for its positive delivery. A violent shudder passed through him and the trembling subsided. "At least a dozen of them in that little room."

"Hello, Shaitan," Sheeana said. "I have brought a Reverend Mother and a man of the Tleilaxu with me."

"What have the Tleilaxu done to you?" she demanded. Duncan spoke with a flippancy that he did not feel: "O Great Imprinter, if I knew I would tell you."

"Control the worms and you could revive the old religion." It was Teg's voice from the doorway behind Lucilla.

"What is survival if you do not survive whole? Ask the Bene Tleilax that! What if you no longer hear the music of life? Memories are not enough unless they call you to noble purpose!"

#HereticsOfDune pt. 3 - with the GOAT Miles Teg, #Dune

"Do what you must, daughter," he whispered. "That worm in the hold may soon be the only one in the universe."

Others could do the unexpected, too!

We proceed with your plan, Odrade thought. But did you anticipate, Mother Superior, how we might be marked by a chance discovery here on Rakis?

"You judge the questioner and fit your responses according to the susceptibilities."

"I am informed that you may become one of us," Taraza said.

"Why are you risking your life this way?" Duncan asked. "You know the Bashar and you have to ask?"

"An Honored Matre is about to happen to me," Teg said.

"The Prophet set a locator ticking in the minds of every human, Scattered or not," Taraza said. "He has brought them back to us with all of the rot intact."

The first 'thopter lifted over the penthouse roof and Taraza saw the armored cockpit. She recognized treachery even before the first beam arced out of the machine, slicing through her legs below the knees.

"We are going to capture a no-ship," Teg said.

And FINALLY, tomorrow we'll get started on #ChapterhouseDune to wrap up the #Dune saga

#ChapterhouseDune pt. 1 - Gholas, No-Ships, Honored Matres, a giant Net with a weird old couple in their garden, you name it, we're finally nearing the end of #Dune

She could see from the slow way the 'thopters came down that they had found no spiceblows or other signs that sandworms were at last developing from the sandtrout planted here.

"You are a special child," Odrade said. "We made you from the cells taken from a very old man."

In her own way, Bell is right, Odrade thought. But she won't like what I have in mind. I must be cautious in what I say now. Too soon to reveal my plan.

"I must exact a promise from you. I must have your word that you will not turn against us because of what I am about to reveal. You must promise to accept my solution to our dilemma."

There might be a way of escape for both of us.

Odrade savored every bite. The other two plodded through the meal, spoon-to-mouth, spoon-to-mouth. Is this one of the reasons I am Mother Superior and they are not?

Rebecca knelt on the yellow tile floor as she had been ordered to do, not daring to look up at Great Honored Matre seated so remotely high, so dangerous.

Without warning, the sense of being in the Great Hold would vanish. Then... the net shimmering in a molten sky.

Odrade continued to stare at him in that weighted way of the Bene Gesserit that always seemed to peel away the masks and see deep into you. But I have masks you have not penetrated.

"The cage is for your protection should you try to use Voice. We are immune. Our immunity takes the form of reflex. We kill. A number of you have died that way..."

"I've already stated the basic fact that concerns us: No place is eternally safe." "Another of your useless damned lessons!"

In the shallow swales below them, where once there had been greenery, now there was dryness and a sense of the earth being gutted the way ancient Egyptians had prepared their dead- dried to essential matter, preserved for their Eternity.

"I intend to make the Honored Matres aware of their mortality." "As you do with me!" Was that satisfaction in her eyes? "Scytale." How soft her voice. "People thus made aware truly listen. They hear you."

Dortujla showed she still had her sense of humor. "I don't much like the idea of dangling on a hook myself, Mother Superior. Please keep a firm grip on the line."

#ChapterhouseDune pt. 2, #Dune

"I told you not to speak! You dared call me, Dama."

"Why do you say you witches have no government?"

"What is it about orchards that fascinates you so much? Bellonda wanted to know. Odrade spoke without turning. "They restore me."

Immediately, he saw what he had come to call "the net" and the elderly couple defined by criss-crossed lines, bodies visible through a shimmering of jeweled ropes- green, blue, gold, and a silver so brilliant it made his eyes ache.

"It has this other side, Streggi, and you see it in me. The Acolyte Manual does not lie. But melange is a narcotic and we are addicted."

"That painting says you cannot suppress the wild thing, the uniqueness that will occur among humans no matter how much we try to avoid it."

"The planet casts the final vote," Odrade said. It was an old reminder in the Sisterhood of human fallibility.

She stood in the open door of the Assembly Room looking out at the Botanical Garden. Logno waited four paces behind. Not too close behind me, Logno, or I shall have to kill you.

"Dancers on a common floor, Bell," Idaho said. "Tao. We may not appear to dance together, may not use the same steps or rhythms but we are seen together."

"Walking on that sort of desert changes you, Tam. Other Memory becomes clearer. It's one thing to tap the experiences of a Fremen ancestor. It's quite different walking there as a Fremen yourself, if only for a few hours."

She sat on the edge of the bed. The room was ghostly in the dim light of the chrono. Dream images persisted.

"I am a beggar come to your door, Mother Superior," he said in that whining elfin voice. "Our planets in ruins, my people slain. Why do we go to your quarters?" "To bargain in more pleasant surroundings."

"Scytale," Odrade said. He could not take his gaze from the worm. "Do you still serve the Prophet?" Odrade asked. "There he is!"

"It's... being challenged to do more than you ever thought possible. You never suspected you could be this... this good, this expert and accomplished at anything."

#ChapterhouseDune pt. 3, #Dune

All of the wonderful technological things they could accomplish and they still could not keep a thick sandstorm from almost blinding them as they lifted. Odrade closed her eyes and accepted the fact that she was not to get a last low-level overview of her beloved planet.

"What if I will not do battle the way you want?" "But you said..." "I've said many things in my... lives. Battle doesn't reinforce moral sense, Dar."

"Dortujla, what has happened to you?" Odrade was shocked by the trembling weakness apparent in the woman.

Odrade forced her attention back to the immediate problem. "Who will accompany me to Junction?"

"Our grail. It has linearity because each Reverend Mother carries the same determination. We will perpetuate together."

Here we are together. Our kind.

"Ancient sailing masters understood this quite well, Rabbi. The Sisterhood has what amounts to current charts telling them places to avoid and where to make their greatest efforts."

"They didn't tell you?" he asked. "Waste no pity. I was dead and this gave me life. It's Clairby, Mother Superior. And when I die this time, that will buy me life as a ghola."

"Repeating: I have self-styled refugees here asking for asylum. Their leader says he has an agreement requiring the Sisterhood to honor his request but without orders..."

Beautiful and ugly- all the same. Being Unknown.

The double click of received-confirmed broke the link. Haker said: "Do you really think you can terrify them?" "Educate them." He repeated Odrade's parting words: "Their education has been sadly neglected."

I warned you, Dar. You can't deny it. I said they could turn victory into defeat. And look at the mess you dumped in my lap! I was lucky to save as many as I did.

Without pausing, Murbella pirouetted, left foot almost decapitating the Honored Matre who had stood at Logno's right, the right hand crushing the throat of the one who stood at Logno's left. It was over in two heartbeats.

The net tipped, becoming elongated with the two watchers foreshortened and thinned. Idaho wiped out star-memory circuits, taking his own data with them. Net and watchers vanished. How did I know they would be there?

Bonus: A diagram showing the relationships of the old Imperium under the God Emperor, the Tleilaxu empire, and the Honored Matres and how the Scattering evolved.

And that's a wrap on the Hayakawa run of the Japanese translations of Dune! This has been a fun "re-read" and a great reminder of some very iconic scenes. I'd love to hear the thoughts of other #Dune fans, especially @Qui Gon Dune 🪐, @Matt Colville?, and @𝐑. Å𝐥í | Secrets of Dune!

Going through these again and realized I accidentally skipped a few images! These are all from Part 1 (of 4) of #Dune

And then more from Part 2. It's a shame some of these are split over 2 pages

And Part 3. Some of these pages are thinner than ridulian crystal paper, so I'll have to keep going through the remaining books to what else I missed!