The Dune Chronicles
by Frank Herbert
The Children of Dune
The desert planet has begun to grow green
and lush. The life-giving spice is abundant. The nine-year-old royal twins, possessed of
their father's supernormal powers, are being groomed as Messiahs. But there are those who
think the Imperium does not need Messiahs...
As was the Fremen custom, the
Atreides twins arose an hour before dawn. They yawned and stretched in secret unison in
their adjoining chambers, feeling the activity of the cave-warren around them. They could
hear attendants in the antechamber preparing breakfast, a simple gruel with dates and nuts
blended in liquid skimmed from partially fermented spice. There were glowglobes in the
antechamber and a soft yellow light entered through the open archways of the bedchambers.
The twins dressed swiftly in the soft light, each hearing the other nearby. As they had
agreed, they donned stillsuits against the desert's parching winds.
-from "Dune Messiah"