The Hearts Of The Great Can Be

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?