Paul sat cross-legged on the floor of his chambers, watching projected images of Fremen tribes moving swiftly across the sands of Arrakis. He had studied their daily routines, weapons, tools and language, hoping to better understand the people who featured prominently in his dreams. The Fremen fascinated Paul with their self-sufficiency in such a harsh environment.

After a long day of training with Gurney and learning politics from his father, it was a relief to get some time to himself.