Back in the sietch, Valya confesses to Yorga: "The prophecy is not a promise. It’s a warning. The Kwisatz Haderach will be born of your blood and our training. But he will not serve us. He will unmake us."

A Fremen cave, lit by glowglobes with failing suspensors. YORGA (20s, fierce, tattooed knuckles) holds a crysknife to a young Bene Gesserit, VALYA (19, trembling but composed). Valya whispers the Litany Against Fear. Yorga lowers the blade.

"The Sisterhood has no power here," he says, pressing a stillsuit mask over her mouth, cutting her air. "You’ll tell me what prophecy you’re planting."