Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Page #3

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No doubt it comes from being told

since birth, the world is yours,

- And you actually believing it.

- I wasn't born in a palace like you!

I was born in the slums of Nasaf,

where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.

- And how did you become a prince?

- The king, marches the market one day,

and he... I don't know, he...

He found me.

He took me in, he gave me

a family, he gave me a home.

What you're looking at is,

the walk of a man, who just lost everything.

Welcome to the Valley of Slaves,

Your Highness.

- I'm desperate for a drop of water.

- Well, there's more than we have

since you emptied our canteen hours ago.

I wasn't born in this desert like

you Persians, all shriveled and angry.

- My constitution is much more... delicate.

- I think you mean spoiled.

The wells of Alamut are fame

for their clean, cold water.

Perhaps less time admiring your wells,

and more time guarding your walls,

and you wouldn't be here.

Ah, a miracle, I've silenced a princess!

Tamina?

Tamina?

Can you hear me?

Yes, Dastan,

I can hear you.

Do you know

where you are Persian?

And yet you're enter still?

In the heart of Sudan there's

a tribe of warriors, known as the M'Baka.

They strike fear into the hearts

of all they cross.

The M'Baka, are masters

of the throwing knife.

Wielding blades, said to have been blessed

by the Creator, Himself.

Their aim is so murderously accurate,

they can decapitate three men,

with one strike.

No. I wouldn't even bother doing that,

if I were you. Do you know why?

This is Seso, he is a M'Baka,

I have the good fortune of saving his life,

which means, he is now

enduringly indebted to me.

So tell me Persian,

is there any good reason why I shouldn't

tell Seso, to put his next throw

so little higher?

So, this is the one, eh?

Yes, you're right,

she's not bad.

She could smell better than that.

Still we have a deal.

- Clever princess.

- Deal?

What deal?

- Such a noble prince.

- Such a gentle princess.

I've taken you over with my fainting act,

eagerly leaping to assist the foreign beauty.

- Who said you're a beauty?

- There's must be a reason

why you can't take your

eyes off me.

You're... I...

I don't trust you,

and you're not my type.

Oh, I'm not some desperate slave girl!

I'm actually capable of voicing my own folks!

- Too many for my taste.

- Oh yeah, she'll make a very nice addition.

What you intend to do with her?

Yes, do tell him.

Can't you see how concerned he is?

- Give me a moment.

- Yeah.

It's hard for me to admit,

but you were right.

- I did see what I was looking for.

- Dastan, listen to me.

When my uncle sees the power

of this Dagger, he'll believe me.

Dastan, I know. I haven't been

entirely honest with you.

- But your lies are so clever.

- I'm the guardian of the divine covenant.

That Dagger is sacred, it's been

smuggled to a safety when you stole it.

- If the Dagger gets into the wrong hands....

- I will take care of your knife.

- You don't want to miss this.

- You don't understand what's at stake!

- This is the matter for the gods, not man!

- Your gods, not mine. Come on!

Come on!

Run quickly. Come on, ostrich!

- Ostrich racing?

- Every Tuesday and Thursday.

Whatever they like in beauty,

they make up for it. Fighting spirit.

- And the races are easy to fix.

- I've heard all these terrible stories of this place.

The bloodthirsty slaves,

murdering their masters?

That's a good story, it's well told,

ever evolving, but alas untrue.

- But the skeletons that we saw...

- Ah, I bought those from a gypsy in Bukhara.

I crafted our lurid reputation,

in order to fend off the most insidious evil,

that's been lurking this

forsaken country of ours.

You know what I'm talkin' about?

Taxes.

Dirty Persians, their armies, their fortresses,

their roads, who pays for it all, eh?

The small businessmen.

You see, that's why I started

a little campaign, to spread some false notoriety.

I spread it like a venerable

disease in a Turkish harem.

Behold the mighty ostrich!

Come on, my beauty!

I love this!

And the tax collectors stay clear of me,

and my customers, everybody's happy.

Hey! Get the girls on! Get the girls on,

come on. Crowd control!

Don't you stand there!

Run, don't walk!

Hey, you drop anything, you pay for it!

It's out of your wages.

Don't look at me like that,

you know what I'm talkin' about!

Do your job, crowd control.

Thank you!

You know, I think our little arrange

is going to work out very well, young man.

- Don't touch!

- Oh, ho, ho! She's a lively one! Where did you find her?

In the slave market to Lurs

I was headed to Avrat.

I trade her for a camel,

when she attacked me!

- The camels are safer.

- Noble, Sheik Amar.

I appreciate your hospitality,

you run a fine establishment.

- But if you could give me the supply...

- You know something, Persian?

You bear a remarkable resemblance to the disgrace prince,

who fled after murdering the king.

Have I told you about

the M'Baka?

- Yes, you have.

- Eh, nothing beats a good story. Eh, but yours however,

trading her for a camel? Please.

I mean look at her. She's worth at least, two.

And as for you, young man,

did you know your brothers offered rewards

for you, it's quite frankly,

between you and me, borders on the obscene.

I traded my own mother for that kind of gold.

What? You didn't know

what she was like?

Take him down to the Persian outpost.

Wait, wait, wait. Look, that...

- Nice knife.

- It's nothing.

- That's worthless.

- Really?

Melt it down for the jewels.

What's the boy doing?!

No, no, you might kill a bird!

Hey, over here!

- I wouldn't do that, if I were you!

- Get to the tunnel!

Look at this! That's it.

No more fermented goat's milk

after the third race,

do you hear me? Get off, come on!

- The gate!

- Get him!

Stop!

- Lift the lever, it opens the gate!

- Give me the Dagger!

- This isn't the time, lift that lever!

- Give me the Dagger!

Don't think it didn't cross my mind.

Move, princess!

Dastan!

Persian!

Looking for this?

Next time, you...!

They all come for my father's funeral.

There are a hundred Persian soldiers

watching that gate.

Maybe more, if want you to stay closer

to this Dagger,

you're going to have to help me

in the Avrat.

All these foreign dignitaries,

I'm guessing you're known up here.

Couldn't you have found

somebody lighter?

The Mugals of the Hindu Kush

are noble people, you should be honored.

Oh yes, terribly.

- Dastan, where's the Dagger?

- You're welcome to search me for it.

You'll have to be very thorough.

Tus isn't here,

he must be in Alamut.

The Sand that fills the Dagger, there's more

that hidden somewhere in Alamut, isn't there?

That's why Tus stays there.

That's why he's got our army searching for.

I have to get a message

to my uncle to meet me.

That's impossible.

- Difficult, not impossible.

- One more proof, you're insane.

Why do you look so impressed?

Out of the way!

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