Desert Thrones - Part III

The Failing Crown

The Golden Head, with a Wounded Tongue

“Empires burn, but tongues remain. The crown rusts, but grammar holds. A king once carried a sword; now his language carves the world.” - the Princess Iruloff

In the deep space of Herbert’s Dune, there is an emperor, known as the Padishah, and know more still for the power of his impossibly elite guard, the Sardukar. Descended from the “imperial” line, few who read the books, (and fewer still who hypnotake the movie) remember his name: Corrino. Fewer remember his name: Diocleto.

This is by design.

True authority in the age of semantic domination is no longer seated on a throne, but in the structure of the sentence, the signature of the charter, the oath in the courtroom, and the prayer in the chapel.

So England reigned by the exportation of the Bible’s grammar.

It was not England’s army that conquered the world. It was King James.

Corrino is no one. Diocleto, who built the house, is Arthur, Charlemagne, Aragorn, the archetypal crowned priest, the great king of the tongue, the man who knows all the right words.

Copyrighting the Bible in the age of digital printing was not our first mistake….

“And every signature since has been less and less a royal echo.” - The Princess Iruloff

The True Spice: Semantic Sovereignty

Spice the key to vision. The Word of God, rightly divided, is salt and light. This was the original tea that made the British Empire great. It was the language of liberty, the syntax of common sovereignty, the right to bear arms, defend walls, and sing songs.

All of it poured from the authorized 1611 universalizing a common tongue among the poor anglo-saxons, ever trampled by their barbaric and boating neighbors. This elite tongue of angels became the discourse in courts, treaties, parliaments, and charters.

From London’s Inns of Court,
To Virginia’s House of Burgesses,
To the Constitution of the United States,
The King’s grammar defined what men were allowed to think, and how they would thereafter believe.
That is a power greater than fleets or bombs.
That is the scepter of Diocleto.

Mortal Wounds Mouthing Great Words

“And I saw one of his heads as if it had been mortally wounded, and his deadly wound was healed.” (Rev. 13:3) -St. John

England’s crown was shattered by rebellion, corruption, and modernity. But the language it bore—the seminal tongue of Word Law—remains embedded in every legal system, every UN charter, every AI prompt.

• The House of Windsor, stripped of its German name,

• The House of Lords, a ghost of nobility,

• The Anglican Church, a hollow steeple—

All of these are fading…But the KJV roots still rule the common man. The farmer and the mechanic know shit when they smells it. Latin they don’t have time for.

The words of Isaiah still thunder in the mouths of Appalachian preachers. The psalms of David still structure the private prayers of politicians and poets. Even the algorithms of Silicon Valley are trained first on English. This is not the legacy of a nation, nor a man, but the Empire, counterpoint to the Red Senate on the world stage, and pressed on every side by rising Bene Gesserit intrigues.

Who Then Was the Corrino?

It does not matter. Just as no one remembers Francis II of Habsburg, just as the name Saxe-Coburg-Gotha fell to become Windsor, so to is Corrino is buried beneath Herbert’s sand. It is not the name that matters.

It is the structure left behind. The semantic empire. The invisible throne.

There is only one English world, and it yet may reign via the Bible’s Temple of the Tongue.

Britannia has not fallen because ships sank, but because grammar has become nothing but precept, where the Word of God is yoked and hidden.

We shall be judged not by our colonies, but by our grammar. The gift of clear speech is ours now, while the world crumbles. I will not trade it for cultural confusion.

“The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable…” (Proverbs 10:32)

There remain those in her tongue—Scots, Welsh, Irish, American—who have not bowed to Baal, who read their proverbs and sing their psalms, who know that a man is most free when he fears God in the face of the scorn of men.

Corrino’s Sardukar turned out to be less than the stories told, especially when confronted by fremen on their home turf singing the songs that ever are born to share the evil empires.

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