Kismet Page #8

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He'll kill you.

Admit no one until we get

the beggar's daughter out of here.

And his highness can try and find us

in the wilderness of the desert.

We'll soon find out who rules in Baghdad.

Marsinah.

Marsinah.

Here's the key. Let me open it.

Marsinah.

The Grand Vizier.

Where's the girl?

Where is she?

Alfife, call the guards.

Alfife, the guards!

Alfife.

He died laughing, Excellency.

We'll see if you can do the same.

I've heard enough. Bring him in.

Yes, the most beautiful pearl

in my entire kingdom.

Release him.

You may rise.

What have you to say?

Your highness,

You expect to be hanged, of course?

Thou art the lord of my neck.

Hanging is much to easy

a punishment for you.

Milord, torture?

You love Baghdad, don't you?

With the breath of my life, milord.

Rather a dead beggar in Baghdad

than a living monarch of the wilderness.

Have you ever seen Hassir?

Hassir is the dullest, drowsiest,

most desolate corner of the empire.

So...

You're exiled.

To Hassir.

And if you're in Baghdad

one second after sundown,

that second will be your last.

Exiled?

From Baghdad?

- Oh, milord, bring on the hangman.

- Silence!

From this moment,

you are our Prince of Hassir.

Prince of Hassir?

You had a lot of fun

being Prince of Hassir.

Oh, most exalted,

I will make this forgotten spot

into a paradise.

The desert shall blossom like the rose.

The odor of decay will vanish

before a breeze of orange blossoms.

There will thy name be honored.

Yes, but if you're caught in Baghdad

one second after sundown,

that second will be your last.

They're coming, Jamilla. Karsha.

He's coming, Karsha!

Jamilla!

Marsinah!

Father.

Marsinah.

Father.

You're alive?

Yes and so are all my promises.

Round is the moon, 'round goes the moon,

the wind and the rain

to the moon 'round again,

Karsha.

Father, it's the gardener's son.

But why do you kneel?

It's the revered one,

the rider of the spotless horse.

The Caliph of Baghdad himself.

The ruler of all Arabia.

Why, it...

Marsinah.

Now, say goodbye to your father.

Father.

My baby.

Blessings of the Prophet on your

wedding day, my little one.

Your highness, the sun goes down.

Your wedding gift, my lotus.

And may Allah smile on you both forever.

Look.

Well, it's...

It's the most beautiful pearl

I've ever seen.

Hurry up, man. I thought you were lost.

All Baghdad

Well, wishes are horses.

Beggars can ride.

The daughter of a beggar

The daughter of a king.

Farewell, Baghdad.

If you're ever again in trouble,

send for me.

Sundown, your highness.

This way.

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