Laugh at me again, and I’ll deflate your lungs. The Kirab should unite. I’m dead serious! We could own the Vermillius Gap.

See this handful of sand? They say it’s red on account of the oxidized iron content, but I know different. I know it’s all the blood soaked into this place. Look at the Fremen. They used to do their heathen, woo-woo tripe here, till the Sardaukar spilled their juices.

Then those ghouls from House Nehtalos take advantage and start iron mining. But they overreached. All us scavengers and reavers pick the profits clean off the skeleton of their big plans. The sand drinks their blood.

Then the War of Assassins. More blood. Chaos and opportunity! We get our mitts on all those abandoned mining rigs. We have a chance at something bigger. But what do we do? We scatter like beetles at the first outside pressure. They laugh at the Kirab, but they’ve never seen all of us coming down on them. No one has.

The sand is thirsty. Either it’s our blood that quenches it or someone else’s. Our choice.

And now I come to the sad state of Mirzabah. Amidst the rugged chimneys and pillars of the red desert stands a vast pillar of rock, carved by the erosion into a shape resembling a gigantic hammer. The rock's features aligned perfectly with the Zensunni concept of Mirzabah, the iron hammer with which the dead are beaten if they cannot reply satisfactorily to the questions they must answer before entering paradise.

This rock formation became an important pilgrimage site for the Zensunni and later the Fremen. They pondered eternity and the questions leading to paradise. The violence of the Sardaukar killed this ancient tradition.

The Kirab soon scuttled in. The holy site is now the Suk Alusus, a thieves’ market. I’m told that such a collection of scoundrels is held together by the tradition of “Market Peace”. Fighting, theft, and murder are forbidden within.

And so Mirzabah has passed on from being a holy site, ringing with the prayers of a free people, to den of thieves, a bazaar peddling what the destitute have stolen from the destitute.