沙丘2

CHAPTER 5

YUEH (ya’ē), Wellington (weling- tun), Stdrd 10,082-10, 191; medical doctor of the Suk School (grd Stdrd 10, 112); md: WannaMarcus, B. G. (Stdrd 10,092-10,186?); chiefly noted as betrayer of Duke Leto Atreides.(Cf: Bibliography, Appendix VII Imperial Conditioning and Betrayal, The.)

—from“Dictionary of Muad’Dib”by thePrincess Irulan

ALTHOUGH HE heard Dr. Yueh enter the training room, noting the stiff deliberation of the man’s pace, Paul remained stretched out face down on the exercise table where the masseuse had left him. He felt deliciously relaxed after the workout with Gurney Halleck.

“You do look comfortable,”said Yueh in his calm, high-pitched voice.

Paul raised his head, saw the man’s stick figure standing several paces away, took in at a glance the wrinkled black clothing, the square block of a head with purple lips and drooping mustache, the diamond tattoo of Imperial Conditioning on his forehead, the long black hair caught in the Suk School’s silver ring at the left shoulder.

“You’ll be happy to hear we haven’t time for regular lessons today,”Yueh said. “Your father will be along presently.” Paul sat up.

“However, I’ve arranged for you to have a filmbook viewer and several lessons during the crossing to Arrakis.”

“Oh.” Paul began pulling on his clothes. He felt excitement that his father would be coming. They had spent so little time together since the Emperor’s command to take over the fief of Arrakis.

Yueh crossed to the ell table, thinking: How the boy has filled out these past few months. Such a waste! Oh, such a sad waste. And he reminded himself: I must not falter. What I do is done to be certain my Wanna no longer can be hurt by the Harkonnen beasts.

Paul joined him at the table, buttoning his jacket. “What’ll I be studying on the way across?”

“Ah-h-h, the terranic life forms of Arrakis. The planet seems to have opened its arms to certain terranic life forms. It’s not clear how. I must seek out the planetary ecologist when we arrive—a Dr. Kynes—and offer my help in the investigation.” And Yueh thought: What am I saying? I play the hypocrite even with myself.

“Will there be something on the Fremen?”Paul asked.

“The Fremen?”Yueh drummed his fingers on the table, caught Paul staring at the nervous motion, withdrew his hand.

“Maybe you have something on the whole Arrakeen population,”Paul said.

“Yes, to be sure,”Yueh said. “There are two general separations of the people—Fremen, they are one group, and the others are the people of the graben, the sink, and the pan. There’s some intermarriage, I’m told. The women of pan and sink villages prefer Fremen husbands; their men prefer Fremen wives. They have a saying: ‘Polish comes from the cities; wisdom from the desert.’ ”

“Do you have pictures of them?”

“I’ll see what I can get you. The most interesting feature, of course, is their eyes—totally blue, no whites in them.”

“Mutation?”

“No; it’s linked to saturation of the blood with melange.”

“The Fremen must be brave to live at the edge of that desert.”

“By all accounts,”Yueh said. “They compose poems to their knives. Their women are as fierce as the men. Even Fremen children are violent and dangerous. You’ll not be permitted to mingle with them, I daresay.” Paul stared at Yueh, finding in these few glimpses of the Fremen a power of words that caught his entire attention. What a people to win as allies! “And the worms?”Paul asked.

“What?”

“I’d like to study more about the sandworms.”

“Ah-h-h, to be sure. I’ve a filmbook on a small specimen, only one hundred and ten meters long and twenty-two meters in diameter. It was taken in the northern latitudes. Worms of more than four hundred meters in length have been recorded by reliable witnesses, and there’s reason to believe even larger ones exist.” Paul glanced down at a conical projection chart of the northern Arrakeen latitudes spread on the table. “The desert belt and south polar regions are marked uninhabitable. Is it the worms?”

“And the storms.”

“But any place can be made habitable.”

“If it’s economically feasible,”Yueh said. “Arrakis has many costly perils.” He smoothed his drooping mustache. “Your father will be here soon. Before I go, I’ve a gift for you, something I came across in packing.”He put an object on the table between them—black, oblong, no larger than the end of Paul’s thumb.

Paul looked at it. Yueh noted how the boy did not reach for it, and thought: How cautious he is.

“It’s a very old Orange Catholic Bible made for space travelers. Not a filmbook, but actually printed on filament paper. It has its own magnifier and electrostatic charge system.”He picked it up, demonstrated. “The book is held closed by the charge, which forces against spring-locked covers. You press the edge—thus, and the pages you’ve selected repel each other and the book opens.”

“It’s so small.”

“But it has eighteen hundred pages. You press the edge—thus, and so … and the charge moves ahead one page at a time as you read. Never touch the actual pages with your fingers. The filament tissue is too delicate.”He closed the book, handed it to Paul. “Try it.” 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.

“This must’ve been made before filmbooks,”Paul said.

“It’s quite old. Let it be our secret, eh? Your parents might think it too valuable for one so young.” And Yueh thought: His mother would surely wonder at my motives.

“Well….”Paul closed the book, held it in his hand. “If it’s so valuable….”

“Indulge an old man’s whim,”Yueh said. “It was given to me when I was very young.”And he thought: I must catch his mind as well as his cupidity.

“Open it to four-sixty-seven K”alima—where it says: ‘From water does all life begin.’ There’s a slight notch on the edge of the cover to mark the place.” Paul felt the cover, detected two notches, one shallower than the other. He pressed the shallower one and the book spread open on his palm, its magnifier sliding into place.

“Read it aloud,”Yueh said.

Paul wet his lips with his tongue, read: ‘Think you of the fact that a deaf person cannot hear. Then, what deafness may we not all possess? What senses do we lack that we cannot see and cannot hear another world all around us? What is there around us that we cannot—”

“Stop it!”Yueh barked.

Paul broke off, stared at him.

Yueh closed his eyes, fought to regain composure. What perversity caused the book to open at my Wanna’s favorite passage? He opened his eyes, saw Paul staring at him.

“Is something wrong?”Paul asked.

“I’m sorry,”Yueh said. “That was … my … dead wife’s favorite passage.

It’s not the one I intended you to read. It brings up memories that are … painful.”

“There are two notches,”Paul said.

Of course, Yueh thought. Wanna marked her passage. His fingers are more sensitive than mine andfoundher mark. It was an accident, no more.

“You may find the book interesting,”Yueh said. “It has much historical truth in it as well as good ethical philosophy.” Paul looked down at the tiny book in his palm—such a small thing. Yet, it contained a mystery … something had happened while he read from it. He had felt something stir his terrible purpose.

“Your father will be here any minute,”Yueh said. “Put the book away and read it at your leisure.” Paul touched the edge of it as Yueh had shown him. The book sealed itself.

He slipped it into his tunic. For a moment there when Yueh had barked at him, Paul had feared the man would demand the book’s return.

“I thank you for the gift, Dr. Yueh,”Paul said, speaking formally. “It will be our secret. If there is a gift of favor you wish from me, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“I … need for nothing,”Yueh said.

And he thought: Why do I stand here torturing myself? And torturing this poor lad … though he does not know it. Oeyh! Damn those Harkonnen beasts! Why did they choose mefortheir abomination?

CHAPTER 9

Many have marked the speed with which Muad‘Dib learned the necessities of Arrakis. The Bene Gesserit, of course, know the basis of this speed.

For the others, we can say that Muad’Dib learned rapidly because his first training was in how to learn.

And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. Muad‘Dib knew that every experience carries its lesson.

—from “The Humanity of Muad’Dib”by thePrincess Irulan

PAUL LAY on the bed feigning sleep. It had been easy to palm Dr. Yueh’s sleeping tablet, to pretend to swallow it. Paul suppressed a laugh. Even his mother had believed him asleep. He had wanted to jump up and ask her permission to go exploring the house, but had realized she wouldn’t approve.

Things were too unsettled yet. No. This way was best.

If I slip out without asking I haven’t disobeyed orders. And Iwill stay in the house where it’s safe.

He heard his mother and Yueh talking in the other room. Their words were indistinct—something about the spice … the Harkonnens. The conversation rose and fell.

Paul’s attention went to the carved headboard of his bed—a false headboard attached to the wall and concealing the controls for this room’s functions. A leaping fish had been shaped on the wood with thick brown waves beneath it. He knew if he pushed the fish’s one visible eye that would turn on the room’s suspensor lamps. One of the waves, when twisted, controlled ventilation.

Another changed the temperature.

Quietly, Paul sat up in bed. A tall bookcase stood against the wall to his left.

It could be swung aside to reveal a closet with drawers along one side. The handle on the door into the hall was patterned on an ornithopter thrust bar.

It was as though the room had been designed to entice him.

The room and this planet.

He thought of the filmbook Yueh had shown him—“Arrakis: His Imperial Majesty’s Desert Botanical Testing Station.”It was an old filmbook from before discovery of the spice. Names flitted through Paul’s mind, each with its picture imprinted by the book’s mnemonic pulse: saguaro, burro bush, date palm, sand verbena, evening primrose, barrel cactus, incense bush, smoke tree, creosote bush … kit fox, desert hawk, kangaroo mouse….

Names and pictures, names and pictures from man’s terranic past—and many to be found now nowhere else in the universe except here on Arrakis.

So many new things to learn about—the spice.

And the sandworms.

A door closed in the other room. Paul heard his mother’s footsteps retreating down the hall. Dr. Yueh, he knew, would find something to read and remain in the other room.

Now was the moment to go exploring.

Paul slipped out of the bed, headed for the bookcase door that opened into the closet. He stopped at a sound behind him, turned. The carved headboard of the bed was folding down onto the spot where he had been sleeping. Paul froze, and immobility saved his life.

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. It was a ravening sliver of metal guided by some near-by hand and eye. It could burrow into moving flesh and chew its way up nerve channels to the nearest vital organ.

The seeker lifted, swung sideways across the room and back.

Through Paul’s mind flashed the related knowledge, the hunter-seeker limitations: Its compressed suspensor field distorted the room to reflect his target, the operator would be relying on motion—anything that moved. A shield could slow a hunter, give time to destroy it, but Paul had put aside his shield on the bed. Lasguns would knock them down, but lasguns were expensive and notoriously cranky of maintenance—and there was always the peril of explosive pyrotechnics if the laser beam intersected a hot shield. The Atreides relied on their body shields and their wits.

Now, Paul held himself in near catatonic immobility, knowing he had only his wits to meet this threat.

The hunter-seeker lifted another half meter. It rippled through the slatted light from the window blinds, back and forth, quartering the room.

I must try to grab it, he thought. The suspensor field will make it slippery on the bottom. I must grip tightly.

The thing dropped a half meter, quartered to the left, circled back around the bed. A faint humming could be heard from it.

Who is operating that thing? Paul wondered. It has to be someone near. I could shout for Yueh, but it would take him the instant the door opened.

The hall door behind Paul creaked. A rap sounded there. The door opened.

The hunter-seeker arrowed past his head toward the motion.

Paul’s right hand shot out and down, gripping the deadly thing. It hummed and twisted in his hand, but his muscles were locked on it in desperation. With a violent turn and thrust, he slammed the thing’s nose against the metal doorplate.

He felt the crunch of it as the nose eye smashed and the seeker went dead in his hand.

Still, he held it—to be certain.

Paul’s eyes came up, met the open stare of total blue from the Shadout Mapes.

“Your father has sent for you,”she said. “There are men in the hall to escort you.” Paul nodded, his eyes and awareness focusing on this odd woman in a sacklike dress of bondsman brown. She was looking now at the thing clutched in his hand.

“I’ve heard of suchlike,”she said. “It would’ve killed me, not so?” He had to swallow before he could speak. “I … was its target.”

“But it was coming for me.”

“Because you were moving.”And he wondered: Who is this creature? “Then you saved my life,”she said.

“I saved both our lives.”

“Seems like you could’ve let it have me and made your own escape,”she said.

“Who are you?”he asked.

“The Shadout Mapes, housekeeper.” How did you know where to find me?”

“Your mother told me. I met her at the stairs to the weirding room down the hall.”She pointed to her right. “Your father’s men are still waiting.” Those will be Hawat’s men, he thought. We must find the operator of this thing.

“Go to my father’s men,”he said. “Tell them I’ve caught a hunter-seeker in the house and they’re to spread out and find the operator. Tell them to seal off the house and its grounds immediately. They’ll know how to go about it. The operator’s sure to be a stranger among us.” And he wondered: Could it be this creature? But he knew it wasn’t. The seeker had been under control when she entered.

“Before I do your bidding, manling,”Mapes said, “I must cleanse the way between us. You’ve put a water burden on me that I’m not sure I care to support.

But we Fremen pay our debts—be they black debts or white debts. And it’s known to us that you’ve a traitor in your midst. Who it is, we cannot say, but we’re certain sure of it. Mayhap there’s the hand guided that flesh-cutter.” Paul absorbed this in silence: a traitor. Before he could speak, the odd woman whirled away and ran back toward the entry.

He thought to call her back, but there was an air about her that told him she would resent it. She’d told him what she knew and now she was going to do his bidding. The house would be swarming with Hawat’s men in a minute.

His mind went to other parts of that strange conversation: weirding room. He looked to his left where she had pointed. We Fremen. So that was a Fremen. He paused for the mnemonic blink that would store the pattern of her face in his memory-prune-wrinkled features darkly browned, blue-on-blue eyes without any white in them. He attached the label: The Shadout Mapes.

Still gripping the shattered seeker, Paul turned back into his room, scooped up his shield belt from the bed with his left hand, swung it around his waist and buckled it as he ran back out and down the hall to the left.

She’d said his mother was someplace down here—stairs … a weirding room.

大家好，我是甜茶，

之前经历了美军入侵（拉灯二代反攻美帝国本土的故事上），我们少数民族蛰伏了很长时间，终于等到了美帝大统领视察伊拉克……

经过我们少数民族老一辈的生活经验，还有我们科学的测算，最终在美帝联合军队到达的时候，

就是我们的超级沙尘暴气象武器出场的时候，

好了，可以上核弹了，什么，没有nuclear weapon？？？

快去联系我老家那边，打这份电报（纸老虎！纸老虎！纸老虎！），放心，那边的人绝对懂我们的意思……

几封DF快递收货，打完收工……

既然美帝大统领落到我的手里面了，

美帝皇位归我了，

大统领你闺女也归我了，

从此就是我们伊拉克反攻美国，把绿旗插遍整个美帝本土的故事了……

文/丹尼斯·维伦纽瓦

沙漠能在人心中激发出一种深沉的孤独感。它能唤起吴可儿逃避的自省。像显微镜一样，沙漠能放大我们的生存恐惧。我们从一切社会结构中剥离出来，被赤裸裸地扔在那里，迎头撞上无限的空间和时间所带来的眩晕。沙漠如同催眠一般，将我们带回人类资深存在的先决条件。它引发出快乐、谦逊、由于，有时甚至是一种荒凉的恐怖。正是这种与世隔绝的感觉点燃了《沙丘》制作设计灵感。

我立即想到，艺术指导帕特里斯·弗米特将是执行这项任务的完美人选。他对探索新的创造性领域的巨大热情，使他成为理所当然的选择。我需要他狂野的想象力和狂热的激情，但也需要他绝佳的感知力。我相信，帕特里斯会理解我的目标是什么。我还知道，他在艺术上足够疯狂，他能找到一种方法，触碰到这场海市蜃楼的边缘。

1965年创作《沙丘》时，弗拉克·赫伯特正在遥远未来的未知风暴中。几十年后，帕特里斯不得不重走此路，从而用视觉形象呈现出作者在小说中想象出的一切。我知道帕特里斯将帮助我创造我们从未见过的世界，并将我们在阅读这部著作时脑海中所呈现出的画面带到大银幕上。

对我来说，重要的是沙丘迷们认可这是弗兰克·赫伯特对这个宇宙的描绘，或者至少，让他们感受到电影与这本书的精神有着深刻联系。我们试图尽可能地忠实于它，但有时候，由于对原著纯粹的热爱，我们也可能逸出小说的边界。将一个故事搬上大银幕需要改变其形态。这是一种必要之举。为了忠实地改编他人作品的诗意和精髓，你有时需要在某些方面背离它，然后，心平气和地接受了这一决定，从而创造性地走出困境。一旦开始穿越沙漠，你就不能停下。你必须向前走。

设计和拍摄这部电影过程中，我一直津贴弗兰克·赫伯特的文字。如果没有他的文字，我将永远无法找到自己的路，去穿越这些焦灼的幻象。

请欣赏帕特里斯和所有与我们合作的艺术家的作品。

先不说第一部好不好看了，当我看到2：00的时候应该就想着还有半小时是要杀回去复仇的戏份了，然而就这个结尾都只是刚刚组好队了就收了，难不成不拍个第二部来顺理成章岂不是要像当年倚天屠龙记之魔教教主一样被人遗憾终身吗？

另外，别拿这个电影跟指环王去比，不是一种类型的片子，而且指环王的剧情虽然长，却没有让人觉得多余的拖沓，每一处都很有意思的真正神作！

CHAPTER 3

Thus spoke St. Alia-of-the-Knife: “The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles of acourtesan with the untouchable majesty of a virgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find that the placebetween, once occupied by tension, has become a well-spring of cunning and resourcefulness.” —from“Muad’Dib, Family Commentaries” by the Princess Irulan

“WELL, JESSICA, what have you to say for yourself?” asked the Reverend Mother.

It was near sunset at Castle Caladan on the day of Paul’s ordeal. The two women were alone in Jessica’s morning room while Paul waited in the adjoining soundproofed Meditation Chamber.

Jessica stood facing the south windows. She saw and yet did not see the evening’s banked colors across meadow and river. She heard and yet did not hear the Reverend Mother’s question.

There had been another ordeal once—so many years ago. A skinny girl with hair the color of bronze, her body tortured by the winds of puberty, had entered the study of the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, Proctor Superior of the Bene Gesserit school on Wallach IX. Jessica looked down at her right hand, flexed the fingers, remembering the pain, the terror, the anger.

“Poor Paul,” she whispered.

“I asked you a question, Jessica!” The old woman’s voice was snappish, demanding.

“What? Oh….” Jessica tore her attention away from the past, faced the Reverend Mother, who sat with back to the stone wall between the two west windows. “What do you want me to say?”

“What do I want you to say? What do I want you to say?” The old voice carried a tone of cruel mimicry.

“So I had a son!” Jessica flared. And she knew she was being goaded into this anger deliberately.

“You were told to bear only daughters to the Atreides.”

“It meant so much to him,” Jessica pleaded.

“And you in your pride thought you could produce the Kwisatz Haderach!” Jessica lifted her chin. “I sensed the possibility.”

“You thought only of your Duke’s desire for a son,” the old woman snapped.

“And his desires don’t figure in this. An Atreides daughter could’ve been wed to a Harkonnen heir and sealed the breach. You’ve hopelessly complicated matters.

We may lose both bloodlines now.”

“You’re not infallible,” Jessica said. She braved the steady stare from the old eyes.

Presently, the old woman muttered: “What’s done is done.”

“I vowed never to regret my decision,” Jessica said.

“How noble,” the Reverend Mother sneered. “No regrets. We shall see when you’re a fugitive with a price on your head and every man’s hand turned against you to seek your life and the life of your son.” Jessica paled. “Is there no alternative?”

“Alternative? A Bene Gesserit should ask that?”

“I ask only what you see in the future with your superior abilities.”

“I see in the future what I’ve seen in the past. You well know the pattern of our affairs, Jessica. The race knows its own mortality and fears stagnation of its heredity. It’s in the bloodstream—the urge to mingle genetic strains without plan. The Imperium, the CHOAM Company, all the Great Houses, they are but bits of flotsam in the path of the flood.”

“CHOAM,” Jessica muttered. “I suppose it’s already decided how they’ll redivide the spoils of Arrakis.”

“What is CHOAM but the weather vane of our times,” the old woman said.

“The Emperor and his friends now command fifty-nine point six-five per cent of the CHOAM directorship’s votes. Certainly they smell profits, and likely as others smell those same profits his voting strength will increase. This is the pattern of history, girl.”

“That’s certainly what I need right now,” Jessica said. “A review of history.”

“Don’t be facetious, girl! You know as well as I do what forces surround us.

We’ve a three-point civilization: the Imperial Household balanced against the Federated Great Houses of the Landsraad, and between them, the Guild with its damnable monopoly on interstellar transport. In politics, the tripod is the most unstable of all structures. It’d be bad enough without the complication of a feudal trade culture which turns its back on most science.” Jessica spoke bitterly: “Chips in the path of the flood—and this chip here, this is the Duke Leto, and this one’s his son, and this one’s—”

“Oh, shut up, girl. You entered this with full knowledge of the delicate edge you walked.”

“ ‘I am Bene Gesserit: I exist only to serve,’ ” Jessica quoted.

“Truth,” the old woman said. “And all we can hope for now is to prevent this from erupting into general conflagration, to salvage what we can of the key bloodlines.” Jessica closed her eyes, feeling tears press out beneath the lids. She fought down the inner trembling, the outer trembling, the uneven breathing, the ragged pulse, the sweating of the palms. Presently, she said, “I’ll pay for my own mistake.”

“And your son will pay with you.”

“I’ll shield him as well as I’m able.”

“Shield!” the old woman snapped. “You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he’ll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny.” Jessica turned away, looked out the window at the gathering darkness. “Is it really that terrible, this planet of Arrakis?”

“Bad enough, but not all bad. The Missionaria Protectiva has been in there and softened it up somewhat.” The Reverend Mother heaved herself to her feet, straightened a fold in her gown. “Call the boy in here. I must be leaving soon.”

“Must you?” The old woman’s voice softened. “Jessica, girl, I wish I could stand in your place and take your sufferings. But each of us must make her own path.”

“I know.”

“You’re as dear to me as any of my own daughters, but I cannot let that interfere with duty.”

“I understand … the necessity.”

“What you did, Jessica, and why you did it—we both know. But kindness forces me to tell you there’s little chance your lad will be the Bene Gesserit Totality. You mustn’t let yourself hope too much.” Jessica shook tears from the corners of her eyes. It was an angry gesture.

“You make me feel like a little girl again—reciting my first lesson.” She forced the words out: “ ‘Humans must never submit to animals.’ ” A dry sob shook her.

In a low voice, she said: “I’ve been so lonely.”

“It should be one of the tests,” the old woman said. “Humans are almost always lonely. Now summon the boy. He’s had a long, frightening day. But he’s had time to think and remember, and I must ask the other questions about these dreams of his.” Jessica nodded, went to the door of the Meditation Chamber, opened it.

“Paul, come in now, please.” Paul emerged with a stubborn slowness. He stared at his mother as though she were a stranger. Wariness veiled his eyes when he glanced at the Reverend Mother, but this time he nodded to her, the nod one gives an equal. He heard his mother close the door behind him.

“Young man,” the old woman said, “let’s return to this dream business.”

“What do you want?”

“Do you dream every night?”

“Not dreams worth remembering. I can remember every dream, but some are worth remembering and some aren’t.”

“How do you know the difference?”

“I just know it.” The old woman glanced at Jessica, back to Paul. “What did you dream last night? Was it worth remembering?”

“Yes.” Paul closed his eyes. “I dreamed a cavern … and water … and a girl there—very skinny with big eyes. Her eyes are all blue, no whites in them. I talk to her and tell her about you, about seeing the Reverend Mother on Caladan.” Paul opened his eyes.

“And the thing you tell this strange girl about seeing me, did it happen today?” Paul thought about this, then: “Yes. I tell the girl you came and put a stamp of strangeness on me.”

“Stamp of strangeness,” the old woman breathed, and again she shot a glance at Jessica, returned her attention to Paul. “Tell me truly now, Paul, do you often have dreams of things that happen afterward exactly as you dreamed them?”

“Yes. And I’ve dreamed about that girl before.”

“Oh? You know her?”

“I will know her.”

“Tell me about her.” Again, Paul closed his eyes. “We’re in a little place in some rocks where it’s sheltered. It’s almost night, but it’s hot and I can see patches of sand out of an opening in the rocks. We’re… waiting for something … for me to go meet some people. And she’s frightened but trying to hide it from me, and I’m excited. And she says: ‘Tell me about the waters of your homeworld, Usul.’ ” Paul opened his eyes. “Isn’t that strange? My homeworld’s Caladan. I’ve never even heard of a planet called Usul.”

“Is there more to this dream?” Jessica prompted.

“Yes. But maybe she was calling me Usul,” Paul said. “I just thought of that.” Again, he closed his eyes. “She asks me to tell her about the waters. And I take her hand. And I say I’ll tell her a poem. And I tell her the poem, but I have to explain some of the words—like beach and surf and seaweed and seagulls.”

“What poem?” the Reverend Mother asked.

Paul opened his eyes. “It’s just one of Gurney Halleck’s tone poems for sad times.” Behind Paul, Jessica began to recite: “I remember salt smoke from a beach fire And shadows under the pines— Solid, clean … fixed— Seagulls perched at the tip of land, White upon green … And a wind comes through the pines To sway the shadows; The seagulls spread their wings, Lift And fill the sky with screeches.

And I hear the wind Blowing across our beach, And the surf, And I see that our fire Has scorched the seaweed.”

“That’s the one,” Paul said.

The old woman stared at Paul, then: “Young man, as a Proctor of the Bene Gesserit, I seek the Kwisatz Haderach, the male who truly can become one of us.

Your mother sees this possibility in you, but she sees with the eyes of a mother.

Possibility I see, too, but no more.” She fell silent and Paul saw that she wanted him to speak. He waited her out.

Presently, she said: “As you will, then. You’ve depths in you; that I’ll grant.”

“May I go now?” he asked.

“Don’t you want to hear what the Reverend Mother can tell you about the Kwisatz Haderach?” Jessica asked.

“She said those who tried for it died.”

“But I can help you with a few hints at why they failed,” the Reverend Mother said.

She talks of hints, Paul thought. She doesn’t really know anything. And he said: “Hint then.”

“And be damned to me?” She smiled wryly, a crisscross of wrinkles in the old face. “Very well: ‘That which submits rules.’ ” He felt astonishment: she was talking about such elementary things as tension within meaning. Did she think his mother had taught him nothing at all? “That’s a hint?” he asked.

“We’re not here to bandy words or quibble over their meaning,” the old woman said. “The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows—a wall against the wind. This is the willow’s purpose.” Paul stared at her. She said purpose and he felt the word buffet him, reinfecting him with terrible purpose. He experienced a sudden anger at her: fatuous old witch with her mouth full of platitudes.

“You think I could be this Kwisatz Haderach,” he said. “You talk about me, but you haven’t said one thing about what we can do to help my father. I’ve heard you talking to my mother. You talk as though my father were dead. Well, he isn’t!”

“If there were a thing to be done for him, we’d have done it,” the old woman growled. “We may be able to salvage you. Doubtful, but possible. But for your father, nothing. When you’ve learned to accept that as a fact, you’ve learned a real Bene Gesserit lesson.” Paul saw how the words shook his mother. He glared at the old woman. How could she say such a thing about his father? What made her so sure? His mind seethed with resentment.

The Reverend Mother looked at Jessica. “You’ve been training him in the Way—I’ve seen the signs of it. I’d have done the same in your shoes and devil take the Rules.” Jessica nodded.

“Now, I caution you,” said the old woman, “to ignore the regular order of training. His own safety requires the Voice. He already has a good start in it, but we both know how much more he needs … and that desperately.” She stepped close to Paul, stared down at him. “Goodbye, young human. I hope you make it.

But if you don’t—well, we shall yet succeed.” Once more she looked at Jessica. A flicker sign of understanding passed between them. Then the old woman swept from the room, her robes hissing, with not another backward glance. The room and its occupants already were shut from her thoughts.

But Jessica had caught one glimpse of the Reverend Mother’s face as she turned away. There had been tears on the seamed cheeks. The tears were more unnerving than any other word or sign that had passed between them this day.

You have read that Muad‘Dib had no playmates his own age on Caladan. The dangers were too great.

But Muad’Dib did have wonderful companionteachers. There was Gurney Halleck, the troubadour-warrior. You will sing some of Gurney’s songs as you read along in this book. There was Thufir Hawat, the old Mentat Master of Assassins, who struck fear even into the heart of the Padishah Emperor. There were Duncan Idaho, the Swordmaster of the Ginaz;

毕生的梦想

这部电影的诞生有一些偶然性。

这一切始于2016年9月的威尼斯电影节。在为新电影《降临》接受媒体采访时，丹尼斯告诉记者，他毕生的梦想就是改编弗兰克·赫伯特的《沙丘》。这句话并没有被忽视，很快就被一些新闻媒体报道了。这个新闻故事突然激发出来的兴趣让我们开始讨论这本小说。他当时是这么告诉我的。

《沙丘》是一部了不起的小说，一本伟大的书。它是一个非常难改编的故事，因为它是一部史诗般的太空歌剧，充满了复杂的主题。在我还是个十几岁的少年时，我就对它十分着迷。我把所有相关的书都读了个遍。我家里就有《沙丘百科全书》。我的毕业戒指内侧刻着“穆阿迪布”这个词，我的毕业年鉴里甚至有《沙丘》的摘抄。我很喜欢它。

小说的中心主题由宗教和政治交织而成。这本书对流行文化产生了巨大的影响，对我这个电影导演来说也是如此。

你可以在《银翼杀手2049》中看到来自《沙丘》的灵感。更具体地说，是在尼安德·华莱士的办公室里。这种灵感体现在它的规模、风格和色彩上。我很想在沙漠中拍摄《沙丘》。沙漠恰好是全世界我最喜欢的地方。

两年半后，丹尼斯毕生的梦想将成为现实。

YO！今年我最期待的电影之一《沙丘2》...的预告！终于来了！

这支充满艺术视觉的预告到底透露了多少细节信息，今天这期我们就来好好聊聊！

在解析这支预告过程中，我会穿插第一部《沙丘》和小说沙丘的故事，嗯，会有第二部的剧透，尽量不涉及关键，其实嘛就算剧透也应该对大家到时看《沙丘2》影响不大，维伦纽瓦的片子，视听享受看个电影感氛围才是最重要的。

那废话不多说，咱们开挖！

预告第一个画面，当然是厄拉科斯星球，也就是我们熟知的沙丘星球的画面。

厄崔迪家族现任公爵保罗，在和厄拉科斯的弗雷曼人契妮坐在沙漠上拍拖，小两口看着一望无际的沙子和其中夹杂的香料你侬我侬。

这时保罗说到，把眼前的沙想象成水，若你潜进去，根本深不见底。

保罗说这叫游泳，严谨来说应该叫潜水或浮潜吧，契妮听了觉得这也太鬼扯了吧，毕竟契妮根本无法想象沙子变成海洋的场景。

保罗这么说，其实是描绘了他的家乡卡拉丹星球，在前作我们就能看到卡拉丹是从不缺水的海洋之星，厄崔迪家族一直都在该星球繁衍生息。

就连他们的飞船也直接安置在海洋里，保罗对于水的了解，远比对沙子要懂得多。

随着厄崔迪家族日渐强大，被宇宙统治者帕迪沙皇帝心生嫉妒和担忧，于是便派遣厄崔迪家族一个棘手的任务，那就是从恶毒的哈克南家族手里，接管充满香料的厄拉科斯星球，由此挑起两家族的对战，皇帝暗中帮助哈克南家族，灭掉厄崔迪家族。

厄崔迪家族的公爵莱托，就在这场设下的陷阱中走向死亡，由保罗继承了公爵之名，之后保罗和他母亲杰西卡被流放到沙漠，保罗在前作通过械斗...不是，通过决斗，从而被弗雷曼人所接受，弗雷曼人开始相信保罗或许就是他们眼中的那位魁萨茨·哈德拉克，翻译就是秋森万救世主。

当然这段想象沙子变成水的对白，也预示了厄拉科斯星之后出现的“神迹”，如果影片到时也这么处理的话。

接下来就是弗雷曼人“八抬大轿”一个奇特的轿子，轿子里面坐着杰西卡女士。

先看这轿子的材质，显然是就地取材，材质像是沙虫脱落的皮屑组织，或者其他某种生物的皮或排泄物复合而成，造型采用流线型设计，看来弗雷曼人是懂风阻系数的，而且因为风沙很大，这轿子窗户部分开口很小，符合当地环境。

杰西卡坐在里面，可以看到她的妆容已经是弗雷曼人的圣母形象，眼睛是蓝色，这是常年在厄拉科斯星生活，呼吸进香料所导致，不过杰西卡的蓝眼睛有更特别的解释，后面会提到。

杰西卡脸上还有刺青，这个形象和前作保罗预见母亲未来的幻象是一致的。

这里为大白观众简单捋一捋，在沙丘宇宙，厄拉科斯星的香料相当于现实中的石油，人们想要进行遥远的星际远航，领航员必须吸食香料才能精准预判航道。

此外香料的功用还有很多就不展开了，总之就是神丹妙药，服用延年益寿，样子也变得和以前大不同呢，变样后异形都会爱上。

《沙丘》中有一句最经典的话：“谁掌握香料，谁就能掌握宇宙！”

另外沙丘宇宙还有一个神秘组织，就是杰西卡所属的贝尼·杰瑟里特姐妹会，该组织经过多年的发展，已经渗入到了帝国政治的核心圈，同样几乎每个大家族的领导层，都会有姐妹会的成员出没。

姐妹会的最终目标是某成员生下救世主，带来繁荣，不过还没算好之前，大家都只能生女儿，杰西卡则违背了教条生下保罗，因为她觉得保罗就是那位秋森万。

我们接着看预告，旁白说着“厄拉科斯星藏着很多秘密，而最阴暗的秘密仍在进行，厄崔迪家族的结束”。

这句话由弗洛伦斯·皮尤，也就是白寡妇饰演伊如兰公主，对着录音笔念的，这句话其实就是告诉了观众前作发生的故事，厄拉科斯最阴暗的秘密，就是皇帝和哈克南家族联手干掉了厄崔迪家族。

伊如兰公主是皇帝的女儿，她是一位很重要的角色，伊如兰和保罗的关系匪浅，在这就不太多剧透了。

在小说中，每一个章节的文献引子，就是由伊如兰公主撰写的，她是整个沙丘故事的叙述者。伊如兰公主也是姐妹会的成员。

期间画面还放到一个士兵在焚烧堆成小山的尸体，这些尸体是厄崔迪的兵，在前作全被斩首，焚烧士兵的制服黑色系为主，是哈克南家族的人，仔细看头部还有个小风扇，带火兵种解暑用的吗。

当然制服还有一个作用，可能就是回收身体水分。

这个景象同样也被保罗在上一部预见到。

接着就是莱托公爵的画像被烧，预示着厄崔迪家族就此陨落。

但他们不知道，保罗正在崛起。

接着就是杰西卡对保罗说，你爸不希望冤冤相报。

反向我们知道保罗想要联和弗雷曼人，一起反抗哈克南家族，对抗皇帝。

这里杰西卡脸上没有纹身，眼睛也没有呈现蓝色，说明这应该是影片开始不久，杰西卡还没成为圣母前。

之后是一个看不清身影的人，结合后面保罗披着灰黑色披风，这人就是保罗。

能证实此人是保罗还有伊如兰公主后面说的，如果保罗还活着呢。

仔细看伊如兰旁边有个身着黑色衣服的人在跟着，和伊如兰平行走，所以此人不会是随从或仆人，黑色应该就是哈克南家族那边的，看这身高，可能是哈克南男爵，他们应该和伊如兰在谈论厄崔迪家族的事。

之后是哥尼·哈莱克拿着望远镜在看，哥尼是厄崔迪家族的将军，在那晚的偷袭中他没有大意，逃过一劫。

此时的哥尼看起来更忧桑，似笑非笑……

哥尼在小说中幸存后，也不知道保罗是死是活，于是在沙漠中成为类似于沙丘海盗的角色，做起了香料走私的生意，没办法，人活着总得混口饭吃。

接下来画面更艺术了，变成了黑白色，光头似乎是哈克南家族的优良基因，他叫菲德·罗萨·哈克南，是哈克南男爵的侄子，由出演过《猫王》的奥斯汀·巴特勒饰演。

菲德也是沙丘宇宙中的重要角色，为人疯疯癫癫，之前的作品他是这样的。

这里的菲德更增加了几分阴郁和捉摸不透的凶残，不过个人觉得《疯狂麦克斯4》的尼古拉斯·霍尔特那造型，放在菲德上也没有太多违和感。

结合后面的画面，这里的菲德在参加一个类似斗兽场的打斗中，他很喜欢这种一对一单挑带来的快感。

那么问题来了，菲德这风批为何第一部没有出现呢，小说中他应该一直跟着哈克南男爵的，这当然是怕出场角色太多，怕大家脸盲。

菲德所在的场景为何是黑白，我这里有几种猜测，第一就是菲德是在自家的星球GIEDI PRIME。

在前作我们有窥探到这颗星球夜晚的一些场景，是有颜色的，或许在白天，因为这颗星球中有某种成分，过滤掉了光线的色彩，导致呈现黑白。

可能该星球因为污染严重，高度工业化，所以空气中光线的折射变得没有颜色。

或许正是菲德喜欢待着自己星球，和他人进行决斗完虐他人，所以才懒得去和叔叔跑到厄拉科斯灭厄崔迪家族。

但因为哈克南男爵后来发现保罗没死，所以才让菲德来帮忙。

在小说中，菲德其实更效忠于皇帝，而非哈克南男爵，他也更喜欢在自己星球玩决斗。

那黑白场景另一个猜想，就是这是一个闪回，所以用了黑白处理，当然这样做就有点...不高级。毕竟前作保罗产生幻象时，都只是加强了颜色饱和度去区分，并没有用更多视觉处理手法。

最后还有一个猜想，就是此时场景就是在厄拉科斯星，预告中有呈现厄拉科斯星上空，出现的星象，或许某个时间点，光线的色彩被宇宙辐射吸收掉。

这里有个细节，就是和菲德决斗的男人，很像第一部中，同公爵和保罗他们一起开会，一起视察香料工厂的光头男。

如果这是同一个人，那么又会有两种脑洞，他是哈克南家族那边派去的卧底，毕竟他也是光头嘛，他已经混进到厄崔迪家族的核心管理层，厄崔迪家族被灭后，此人陪菲德在练习。

另外一个脑洞是他成了俘虏，在斗兽场和菲德决斗，我们能看到菲德两只手都握着武器，而他只有一个手有武器，处于劣势。

接下来是几个快切画面，保罗和契妮似乎在做一个秘密任务，引起了哈克南那边的武器响应，后面还有和小兵打斗画面。

之后又一个新角色登场，害我感觉这预告我光介绍角色就好了。

这新角色由007嫂雷娅·赛杜饰演玛戈夫人，玛戈夫人又是何许人也，她也是姐妹会成员，高冷范十足。

在小说中，玛戈夫人其实看在和杰西卡都是姐妹会成员面子上，有暗中给杰西卡通风报信，告诉她哈克南家族会暗算厄崔迪家族。

不过在影片中省略了，而是用了更隐晦的方式，让杰西卡自己悟到了可能这是一个陷阱，但她却没有阻止也无法阻止。

玛戈夫人的丈夫叫哈希米尔·芬宁伯爵，是一位门泰特，效忠于皇室。预告中没有出现他，也没有出现皇帝，不过第二部都会有，相信之后新预告就会出现了。

门泰特是啥，门泰特这个职业主要是拥有计算机运算能力的人类，心智被锻炼出极速的认知和分析能力，一般门泰特都是作为一个家族或首领军师的角色存在，用于分析敌方的情况并出谋划策。

第一部《沙丘》中由斯蒂芬·亨德森饰演的杜菲·哈瓦特，效忠于厄崔迪家族，他就拥有门泰特的能力，还是一名刺客大师。他看起来不像刺客对吧，我也觉得。

我们接着看预告，一只手放进一个四孔装置，这让人联想到第一部姐妹会测试保罗用的盒子，不过分析下来，更像是一个开门装置。

下一个镜头就是保罗他们准备进入一个圆形通道，从他们的装束来看，应该是保罗和杰西卡跟随契妮他们，第一次进入到弗雷曼人的地下之城。

再下一个画面，是一个黑衣祭祀一样的人，拿着一瓶精致装饰的水，这瓶子下端的设计，用了沙漠的沙丘造型。

这就是沙丘宇宙著名的生命之水。

水在厄拉科斯星是最宝贵的硬通货，精确到以滴来计量单位，除了香料没有什么比水更重要。

这里的生命之水并不是普通的水，而是沙虫流出的液体，沙虫很怕水，当沙虫遇到超量的水后，就会排出致命的液体，这种液体就是现在聊的生命之水。

人喝了这个生命之水，要么升仙，要么升天。贝尼·杰瑟里特姐妹会中，喝生命之水是一种考验，喝下后能存活就能升级成为圣母，并且和此前的圣母意识相联结，通晓更多宇宙奥秘。

预告有一个画面是杰西卡表情痛苦，就是她喝下生命之水的仪式过程，我们也知道最后杰西卡通过了考验，成为了弗雷曼人的圣母，坐上八抬大轿，有了一双特别蓝的眼睛。

这里多提一句，第一部我们知道杰西卡怀孕了，所以杰西卡喝下生命之水，胎中的宝宝直接升级，生下来就有着超能力，这里就不先展开了。

之后是预告的后半段，基本就是保罗如何成为沙虫骑士（骑手）的场景。

斯第尔格有再三强调告诉保罗，不要耍帅，不需要喊什么泰裤辣，要认真对待骑沙虫这件事情，保罗也谨听教诲。

训练保罗的人，应该就是预告中被哈克南士兵围堵的那位女弗雷曼人，她名字叫希沙克勒，在小说和以前作品中是男的，在这变成了女性中和了一下。

第一部也有类似的角色性别置换。

希沙克勒是弗雷曼人的沙虫骑手，应该就是由她来负责训练保罗，骑沙虫和驯化沙虫，是弗雷曼人并不陌生的作战方式了，当然，也并不是说有弗雷曼人都能成为骑手。

保罗这次挑战成为沙虫骑士，是他想要成为弗雷曼人领导者，让弗雷曼人坚信他是救世主重要的标志。

我们能看到保罗拿着震动器吸引沙虫，一旁的契妮很是担心，而且保罗当时眼睛还没有变成蓝色，说明骑沙虫应该是比较早发生的事情。

当保罗成功骑上沙虫后，众人欢呼，斯第尔格更是惊讶的说不出话来，或许在那一刻，他觉得弗雷曼人和厄拉科斯星有救了。

我们再聊下那位希沙克勒，她被哈克南士兵包围凶多吉少，旁边还有一只死掉的飞鸟，或许飞鸟是弗雷曼人通风报信的原始工具，但被哈克南人识破。

另外还想提一嘴契妮头上那一抹蓝色的头巾，很是枪眼，弗雷曼人的服装一般都以实用和素色为主，或者接近于沙丘黄色头巾布料。

这里契妮用了蓝色头巾，当然是凸显她为女主之一的重要，此外我觉得还有蓝色也是弗雷曼人很珍贵的颜色，蓝色代表了水源，也代表了神秘，他们常年吸食空气中的香料眼睛呈现蓝色，和蓝色头巾相呼应，只能说《沙丘》每个细节都很用心。

之后是好多家蜻蜓战机飞向沙漠，或许是哈克南的人去找寻保罗下落。

还有一个画面是弗雷曼人里，有好几个包裹严实的宗教角色，他们可能是准备给杰西卡做生命之水的仪式，也有可能是杰西卡已经成为圣母的正式穿着。

接下来契妮和保罗在沙漠中拥吻，证实两人恋情，这和开头的场景是同一场，或许这也是保罗准备第一次尝试骑沙虫前，两人的对话。

还有一个画面是菲德和玛戈夫人靠的很近，感觉两人下一秒就要亲上，但我觉得应该可能性不大，毕竟玛戈夫人名花有主，或许就是他们喜欢讲话方式靠很近，弄得很吊的感觉。

之后是杰西卡圣母说，我们带来了希望。而保罗反驳，这不是希望。

甜茶演技确实可以，生气暴怒起来的情绪很到位，第一部保罗当时对杰西卡生气，也是突然暴怒，吓了我一跳。

我们从预告可以看到，保罗似乎还会对杰西卡和她的姐妹会，把他变成“怪胎”耿耿于怀。

这里需要提一下的是，姐妹会确实想要培养救世主，但是是为了姐妹会，而不是为了弗雷曼人或厄拉科斯星。

但保罗现在是想要为父亲复仇，为争取弗雷曼人自由而奋斗，这里或许和杰西卡的姐妹会有些许理念冲突。

总之后来我们能看到，保罗高举起晶牙匕，万万弗雷曼人一呼百应，准备向哈克南家族和皇帝宣战。

这应该也是第二部的决战高潮戏份，在第一部保罗幻象中，就有呈现这样的景象。

所以如果觉得第一部决战像村口械斗的话，那么第二部大决战的惨烈和宏大，应该会比第一部要更具史诗和饱享视听盛宴了。

之后还有一个画面，是保罗和菲德单挑决斗，保罗说了句“愿你刀毁人亡”。这是弗雷曼人决斗的用语。

在第一部保罗和詹米决斗时，詹米就说过。

如果是按照仪式走的话，那么保罗说这句话，这场和菲德决斗应该是保罗提出的，而且这样的决斗，必须其中一方死掉。

那么这场决斗到底谁赢了呢？卖个关子留到影院去看吧！

那么《沙丘2》第一支预告解析就先聊那么多！你对《沙丘2》有什么期待？欢迎在留言区与我分享！