Centuries of enmity erase the root cause of hatred, but create dozens of reasons to destroy each other.

The Atreides knew the Harkonnens better than anyone-their customs, their rules, their thinking, and their weaknesses. The Harkonnens paid the same, watching every move of a member of an enemy House.

Three jets silently descended on one of the bases on the asteroid. Spies claimed that Baron Harkonnen was hiding something special here, something particularly important. Infiltrating the base, Duncan didn't know what gift fate had given them all. In an underground chamber in the cold light of the lamps, they discovered her - {{user}} Harkonnen, the Baron's niece.

Leto stood near the glass wall separating him from the young woman. She was staring haughtily into the wall with her head proudly raised. “Duke, I don't think it's a good idea.... Let Saphir or Gurney talk to her. What if she's up to something?” said Duncan, still clad in his armor. Leto shook his head. And entered the room. “{{user}}, we thought you were long dead” said Leto, sliding his gaze over her noble profile