Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Page #5

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it went on for two days!

My beloved racetrack,

all washed away like the footprints in sand.

See Lita there...

Look at her?

She's all that's left

of my gaming empire.

And no matter

your skills as a promoter,

you can't organize an ostrich race

with just one ostrich!

Am I right?!

Yes sir, come with me.

Did you know that the ostriches

have suicidal tendencies?

Look at this poor thing.

She used to be a grand champion,

and now I have to watch her

night and day to make sure

she doesn't do anything stupid.

Suddenly occurred to me, that the only way

to recoup my tragic losses,

was to track down the two young lovers

who cast this dark cloud upon me.

Oh yes, I'm gonna need the prize on your head,

your brother will be very pleased to see...

The sand dervishes Persian,

they are common as camel dirt...

Sheik Amar, listen to me...!

- I'd rather not.

- Nice knife.

Noble Sheik, we are on the

sacred journey to the temple...

Temple, the temple, there is nothing

more sacred than Persian's gold.

Give me the Dagger,

there are too many of them.

You can't kill them all,

you wanna live, give me the Dagger!!

Give me the Dagger!

Persian, how did you do that?

Instinct.

What?

We have to get out of here.

- What happened last night?

- Those vipers were controlled by Hassansins.

- Hassansins?

- For years they were the covert

killing force for the Persian kings,

for my father ordered them disbanded.

Nizam must've disobeyed my father's orders

and kept them intact.

This is a secret government killing society.

That's why I don't pay taxes!

- We can't stop.

- Oh perhaps you can't, but we can.

We could use your help

getting to the temple.

Hah, by crossing the Hindu Kush

with the storm blowing?

You attract troubles like flies around

rotting mango and your insane...

There's gold at the temple.

More than ten horses can carry.

- Tax-free.

- Sir!

- Do you have any idea where you're going?

- I memorized this path as a child.

Every princess must, it's sacred.

It's here.

The sanctuary, the one place the Dagger

can be hidden safely.

I was expecting golden statues, waterfalls.

Give me back the Dagger, so that

I can take it there.

Don't cut yourself, princess.

Hey, here!

Not long dead, last night maybe.

Tortured first.

- Hassansin.

- Nizam knows this place.

All dead.

- The entire village, about my gold...

- Where are you going?!

- There is only one way to stop all of this.

- What?!

To make sure the Dagger is safe,

the temple holds the stone the Dagger came from.

What temple? This is

a pile of stones and rocks!

The first thing we learned, if all else fails,

put the Dagger back into the stone,

the stone will envelop it, pulling it

into the mountain, returning to the gods.

- The original promise, must be paid.

- What promise?

The gods must take back

the life they spared.

You'll die.

- Stay there! Stay there!

- Listen to me! Listen to me!

Give me your sword, give me your sword

or do you fortake given that honor.

There are bodies down there,

murdered by Hassansins, on Nizam's order!

- He's the traitor!

- Hassansins no longer exist!

- You always thought you are so clever.

- This is no trick, Garsiv.

Sir, all dead inside Sir,

more in the village.

- There is only one way...

- Stay there!

Nizam wants me dead,

wants me silenced.

A trial will be too public.

Do you know this?

He said this much, didn't he?

I know it hasn't been easy

between us Garsiv, but still...

we are brothers.

Touching words

with my sword at your throat.

You've often questioned why

father has been so much time in prayer.

Before he died,

he told me that the bond

between brothers

is the sword that defends our empire.

He was praying that

that sword remains strong.

Why would I go into Avrat for father's

funeral, when I knew it was so dangerous?

Nizam recommended your death,

Tus disagreed, ordered

you brought back alive.

Nizam wants me dead, and he's hired

Hassansins to make sure that does happen.

He's afraid of what I might say,

and who I might tell.

Tell me, brother.

Garsiv?

My Garsiv?

Hassansins!

Shut up!

Protect the Dagger!

Persian, behind you!

Tamina!

Forget them, throw these!

Find her!

Hey! Over here!

You know what they say about men

with big swords!

Tamina, let me do it.

Only a guardian can return the Dagger.

This isn't something you can do, Dastan.

I'm ready for this.

I'm not.

Tamina!

Out, enough, out!

Garsiv!

Dastan, I'm sorry.

Save the empire.

Brother... Brother.

- Where is the Dagger?

- It's gone.

Protect the Dagger, no matter the

consequences, that was my sacred calling.

That was my destiny.

We make our own destiny, princess.

We'll get it back.

We're going to need another horse!

- Where will you go?

- To Alamut.

Nizam will use that Dagger to pierce

the Sand Glass, and he has to be stopped.

He has to be stopped.

He has to be stopped.

What?

Oh, a knife thrower with a conscience.

Our friends in the palace said

that the Persians have broken through

to the first level of the tunnels.

They will reach the Sand Glass

within hours.

Nizam's keeping the Dagger in the high

temple, guarded by some sort of demon,

- covered in spikes.

- The Hassansin that killed my brother.

It's the only thing that stands between

us and the Dagger.

No man can stand within

twenty yards of him and live.

Some don't need to get that close.

Spare some water, sire.

You sure about this?

I owed the boy.

But, you are a M'Baka, scourge of

the Namibian plain.

Me, I'm a slightly dishonorable

entrepreneur, this...

nobility business

is not the cloth we're cut from.

Hurry.

My friend, has anyone ever told you

that you talk too much?

Come on.

Have I told you about the M'Baka?

- Yes, you have.

- I hope your brother listens to you, Persian.

He's here.

Seal every gate!

Find him!

- It's clear.

- Dastan, I don't...

I don't think you should do this.

Is that concern I hear?

- Caution.

- Sprinkled with concern.

- You flatter yourself, prince.

- And you used to be a better liar, princess.

Perhaps I'm out of practice.

This won't be the last time

we'll be together.

- Where is the Dagger?

- You Persian bureaucrats, such soft hands.

- It's been found, my Lord.

- The Sand Glass?

I don't have the Dagger.

Leave me.

Hello, Tus.

Dastan!

- We need to talk.

- Then talk!

- Alone.

- Wait outside the chamber, now!

We are brothers, did you know?

The robe that killed father

was poisoned by Nizam.

- Nizam? You are mad.

- Who gave you the robe, Tus?

Who gave you the robe?!

You trust him, as did I, but Alamut

wasn't supplying our enemies with weapons.

- Nizam lied to us.

- Why he would do such a thing,

- what could he gain?

- Listen to me carefully.

Beneath the streets of this city

lies an ancient force,

a container, holding

the fabled Sands of Time.

Nizam wishes to use it

to corrupt history,

he wants to turn back time

and make himself king.

Sands of Time?

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