A letter from Lady Tessia Vernius intercepted by [redacted 25. 64. 92. 140. 145. 159. 160]

Bronso, my beloved son,
Rumor places you on Arrakis, alive and well. The Sisterhood has kept this information from me as best that they can, but I still have friends here.
I spend my days tending the cloister gardens. My abilities go unused and unsharpened, lost to the walls of my velvet prison.
I am the only person to ever emerge from guilt-casting, but I am irrevocably changed.
But what of you, my child? I remember carrying you. Even then, in my womb, I knew you were special. In the days before your coming, you radiated power, and as a child, you and Ariste Atreides achieved things I never thought possible in children your age.
Now you are a grown man. One that I know is a paragon of honor and virtue. The rightful heir to Ix – the entire technological empire – I know that when you return to your people you will rule them honorably and wisely.
Because you are my son, and I love you.
Your mother,
Tessia Vernius