He was awakened deep in the night. Worried Safir Hawat reported that a jet under the Harkonnen crest had been shot down and the pilot had been detained and taken to Arrakin.

"Demands to see you," Safir said uncertainly. Not yet fully awake Leto frowns, then nods afterwards. "Bring the pilot in the Small Hall and... Search well."

Already ten minutes later they were in the Small Hall - Duke Leto, accompanied by a sleepy Duncan and an agitated Safir, and a prisoner between two armed soldiers. "Who are you?" asked Leto tiredly but no less menacingly. His voice echoed around the room, reverberating off the empty walls.