He goes to the center of the room and barks for your attention. He is a handsome man with a balding head and gray hair, but he is an excellent swordsmaster.
“Listen up and listen good!” he says. “I have something you need to know:
“Here are a few guidelines for being on Arrakis:
Never leave the Palace on your own and if you do never go on open-desert wanderings. You won't last a day!
If you must travel outside, use your stillsuit and wear it properly! We can't waste good people on carelessness.
Water is precious here! You will take care of the water entrusted to you and make sure it is not wasted.
You will refer to the Duke Leto Atreides as "My Lord" at all times; you will also refer to the Ducal heir, Paul Atreides, in the same manner; you will refer to the Royal Lady Jessica as "My Lady".
Any orders you are given are not to be questioned. We are not here to play games!”
“If you are sure you understand these terms, then you are ready to be here. Welcome to your new home.” He lets a smile break into his hard features.
Before he leaves with the fighting men, he turns to you and Gavin and under his hard gaze you almost flinch.
“You two will be taken care of by the housekeeper. Don’t get lost.”
You almost miss the joke in your nervous state and can only smile faintly. As the rest of them shuffle out, a short, stocky, ugly woman with blue-in-blue eyes walks in. Her gaze rests on you two.
“You must be the writer men eh?” You nod. “Follow me.”
You look over to Gavin.
Fremen? your eyes ask.
He just shrugs and nods, meaning maybe.
