Arabian Nights Page #11

me from the darkness...

why?

I loved you.

Is that the answer?

It'll have to do until something better...

We've had reports the enemy is being led

by Schahzenan and...the former Sultana.

The Sultana is dead...I killed her.

Even dead she can still help to destroy you.

The army thinks she's good luck...

they make a powerful combination.

Tell them we have one even more powerful...

I'll be riding into battle beside my husband.

No, it's too dangerous.

You don't have to prove your love.

It would raise the spirits of our

men... they have a dead Queen,

and we have a live one.

It was a cold desert morning

as the city gates opened and

the great army came forth to do battle.

Sultan Schahriar planned to

take his enemy by surprise...

there was no fear in his heart

as he went boldly on the attack.

Guard my wife! She is more

precious to me than my life.

A small group led by Sultan Schahriar led

the main party to make a daring raid.

They say fortune favours the brave, and

those who can learn from their mistakes.

The story-teller always

said, stories can save us

...they can save us, if

we use our imagination.

- Gather your men! - Yes, Sire.

Open sesame!

Schahriar!

It's time to take responsibility

for your actions brother and die!

Schahzenan's troops were caught in a

pincer movement with hostile forces

in front and back.

Death comes in many shapes and sizes.

Now, it was Schahzenan's turn.

The battle was over.

- And Father won? - Yes, Father

won...and saved Baghdad.

That was very exciting...

your good at stories, Mummy.

Tell us another one!

Another one, Mummy!

Another one!

Oh, tomorrow night...

I'll tell you another story tomorrow night...

just wait till tomorrow night.

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