I’ve heard their curse myself. Here’s the way of it: ‘Burning be on you, Atreides! You shall
have no souls, nor spirits, nor bodies, nor shades nor magic nor bones, nor
hair nor utterances nor words. You shall have no grave, nor house nor hole
nor tomb. You shall have no garden, nor tree nor bush. You shall have no
water, nor bread nor light nor fire. You shall have no children, nor family
nor heirs nor tribe. You shall have no head, nor arms nor legs nor gait nor
seed. You shall have no seats on any planet. Your souls shall not be permit\xad
ted to come up from the depths, and they shall never be among those per\xad
mitted to live upon the earth. On no day shall you behold Shai-Hulud, but
you shall be bound and fettered in the nethermost abomination and your
souls shall never enter into the glorious light for ever and ever.’ That’s the
way of the curse, My Lady. Can you imagine such hatred from Fremen?
They consign all Atreides to the left hand of the damned, to the Woman-Sun
which is full of burning.”