Chapter Text
Prologue:
IRULAN:
Beginnings are most delicate of times;
One must take care, the Bene Gess'rit teach,
That ev'rything in balance is maintained.
In studying the Prophet, Muad'Dib,
One first must put him in his time and place.
His time: an eon far beyond your own;
When man has spread beyond earth's firmament
And spread his seed among the myriad stars.
A time so distant that our Earth itself
Is but a memory of ancient lore.
His place: Arrakis, sometimes known as Dune.
Yet that was not the planet of his birth;
Full fifteen years he lived on Caladan,
A wat'ry world of oceans wide and deep,
Where ruled his father, Leto, called the Just,
Duke of the most reknown'd Atreides line.
This too, one would do well to comprehend;
For truly, one may ask, what is the son,
But an extension of his noble sire?
Although the Prophet's glory blazes bright
As to outshine his father's ancient name;
These fruits of greatness can be seen to grow
Out from the root of his progenitor.
A man for whom a tragic fate was hewn;
By doom his footsteps dogged, he came to Dune