THE HOLY CITY OF ALAMUT
Tus:
The fabled Alamut, even more stunning than I imagined.
Nizam:
Don't be fooled by beauty, Prince Tus. It's a city like any others.
Garsiv:
Soft countries make soft men.
They stooped to treachery, and now must pay for it.
Tus:
The father’s made clear, Alamut is not to be touched.
Some consider it sacred. But since our wise father isn't here, the decision rests with me.
I'll have one last counsel with my noble uncle, and my two brothers, trusted Garsiv, and...
Where's Dastan?
Bis:
Come on! I bet my entire month's allowance on this! This is embarrassing!
Dastan:
Why don't you give it a try?
Bis:
Give it in here!
Dastan:
Is that all you got?
Soldier:
Prince Dastan! Where's prince Dastan?
Dastan:
Prince Dastan isn't here.
Soldier:
Your Highness, please. Prince Tus has convened the war council.
Dastan:
I'm on my way.
Nizam:
Our finest spy, intercepted a caravan leaving Alamut.
Swords, of the best workmanship. Steel tipped arrows.
Tus:
A promise of payment from the Warlord Kosh, to Alamut.
They're selling weapons to our enemies, Dastan.
An arrow such as this slew my horse in Kushkan.
Blood will run in Alamut's streets for this.
Dastan:
Or our soldiers will fall from its walls. Our orders were to subdue Kushkan, not to attack Alamut.
Tus:
Wise words, little brother.
Nizam:
Words won't stop our enemies, once they're armed with Alamutian blades.
Tus:
We attack at dawn.
Dastan:
Well, if that's your decision, then let me go in first.
Tus:
Who wants to share, Garsiv?
Garsiv:
I'll ride at the head of the Persian Army!
Dastan leads the company of street rabble!
Dastan:
They may not be much for manners, but they're pretty handy in a fight.
Garsiv:
The honor of first blood should be mine.
Dastan:
Garsiv, you've got your hands on your sword again.
Garsiv:
Where's it should be.
Tus:
Oh, my brothers... Ever eager.
It's said the princess of Alamut, is a beauty without equal. We'll march into her palace and see for ourselves.
There'll be no doubt of your courage Dastan, but you're not ready for this. Garsiv's cavalry will lead the way.
Advisor:
Princess Tamina, the Persian Army my princess, has not moved on.
Their faith has little love for any truth, other than its own.
Or perhaps it would be safer if you didn't stand so close.
Tamina:
Whatever their faith, their bows aren't that strong. Nor it's their aim.
Gather the council. Tell them, I sit in the High Temple, I must pray.
Advisor:
The High Temple? Alamut hasn't been breached in a thousand years.
Tamina:
Everything changes with time. We should know this best of all.
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