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Spice is the Life, Boone'n'Arcade, tumblr!fic [1/1]

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Arcade gazes out at the endless sands, watching the drum of the sand as they prepare for the Sixth to ride the worm.

"Do you really believe what they say?" Boone breaks his normal stoic silence as he cleans the blade of his crysknife before resheathing it. "That this 'Courier' is the Muad'dib? You know the prophecies better than I."

Arcade shrugs, and checks the tubing of his stillsuit rather than make eye contact. "You're asking the skeptic of the tribe. Ah, that's rich."

"Come off it, Israel. You're a scholar of both the Orange Catholic Bible and the prophecy of the Mahdi. Even if you don't believe them..."

"'He shall know your ways as if born to them.' That's relevant, I suppose, as far as your prophecies go. I think you need to lay off the spice, personally." Arcade turns around, walking along the crest of the Dune as a Maker emerges from the sand in all its glory.