5. Brotherhood & Loyalty

Tamina:

So, I'm escorted by Prince Dastan, the Lion of Persia.

Must feel wonderful winning such a claim for destroying such an innocent city.

Dastan:

Oh, a pleasure to meet you too, Princess.

And allow me to offer, that if punishing the enemies of my king is a crime, then it's one I'll gladly repeat.

Tamina:

Then you are a true prince of Persia. Brutal. Without honor.

Dastan:

Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me, Princess.

Tamina:

Oh, and what more is there?

Dastan:

Wait here with Her Highness. If you can manage it.

I suggest a hint of humility when you're presented to the King. For your own good.

Dastan:

You've eased father's anger , uncle?

Nizam:

One day, you'll have the pleasure of being brother to the king, Dastan.

As long as you remember your most important duty, you should do well.

Dastan:

Oh, and what's that?

Nizam:

Making sure his wine glass stays full.

King Sharaman:

I'm told that another of my sons has joined the rank of great Persian Warrior.

Dastan:

We missed you, father.

King Sharaman:

I was praying for you and your brothers, Dastan.

Family, the bond between brothers that is the sword, that defends our empire.

And I pray that that sword remains strong.

Dastan:

I was hoping my actions would spare our men unnecessary losses.

King Sharaman:

A good man would've done as you did, Dastan.

Acting boldly and courageously to bring the victory and spare lives.

A great man would've stopped the attack from happening at all, a great man would've stopped what he knew to be wrong, no matter who was ordering.

The boy I saw in that square, was capable of being more than just good, but of being...great.

Dastan:

Well in the meantime, I have a gift for you.

King Sharaman:

Some questions the wisdom of my bringing a boy from the streets into my family.

I saw a boy whose blood wasn't noble, but whose character was, a King in spirit.

Dastan:

Thank you, father. Thank you, father.

May I present, the prayer robe of Alamut's regent.

King Sharaman:

What can I grant you, in return?

Dastan:

May I present the Princess Tamina.

Tus wishes to make a union with her people through marriage.

It is my deepest wish that this win your approval.

King Sharaman:

In all my travels, I have never looked upon a more beautiful city, Your Highness.

Tamina:

You should've seen it before your horde of camel-ridding illiterates descended upon it.

King Sharaman:

Clear as you will make a fine queen.

But...Tus already has enough wives. You Dastan, might take fewer chances, if such a jewel waited you in your chamber. The princess of Alamut will be your first wife.

Oh, what say you, Dastan?

He plunges into a hundred foes without thought, but before marriage, he stands frozen with fear, and that's for those who say he's not yet wise.

Dastan:

I need a drink.

Soldier:

Stand aside. Out of my way!

Dastan:

Father...

Nizam:

Oh, God help us, the robe, it's poisoned!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv
The robe Dastan gave him!

King Sharaman:

Why?!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv:

Seize the murderer!

Dastan:

Somebody help him!

Garsiv:

Seize him!

Dastan:

Bis! Bis!

Tamina:

Come with me!

Dastan:

What do you think you're doing?

Tamina:

I can get us out of here! You're going to need my help.

Dastan:

Come on!

Garsiv:

Close the gate!

Tamina:

That way!

Garsiv:

Close the gate!

Dastan:

Get down!

Garsiv:

There, onto the murderer!

He's on my horse! He stole my horse!

Dastan:

Come on.