Queen of the Desert Page #4

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Tried to find me a bride.

Imagine. A wife for me.

How horrible!

But have heard of your arrival and immediately was

spread a rumor that you're my bride,

Sent from England.

I'm not sure if it was born

right man for you.

For me

Ottoman Empire can not withstand much

Look like the Roman

before the crash.

What do you think would happen?

Chaos.

Chaos and war.

Do you think the British Empire

Will take over the helm and will fill the vacuum of power?

There are different opinion.

I think the spirit of the Arab nation will surface.

They are the future.

Maybe, but...

Any significant change

Could take centuries to be carried out.

- It will happen in our lifetime...

- Ready. Enough with politics.

In a few decades.

We are archaeologists.

Until now I am just a traveler.

Then for travelers.

And for those who dig

mysteries of the earth.

Sorry, we do not have glasses.

You know, Gertrude?

No matter what anybody says,

Soft and gentle light of a campfire

With a whiskey in hand

Make an excellent wedding.

Gertie!

Have you had breakfast?

I'm hungover.

I have a headache as the Roman Empire.

Too bad we do not have Rome in flames

And Nero us play live,

crying fire.

He himself started the fire

to have good mood.

- Those were good days.

- Lawrence speaks more slowly.

Gertie.

You can not leave.

Local women trying to find me a wife.

You want to kiss you in front of everyone?

Absolutely.

Kiss my...

My kiss will set you free.

What great!

Gertie... you would, please,

not to marry me?

Absolutely.

After three months

Damascus British Consul General Bureau

Please enter.

Miss Bell consul.

Miss Bell... welcome!

Welcome back!

Before discussing business

congratulate you for leadership

Turkish authorities.

I had a permit,

if you know what it means.

How did you achieve?

I have not got a secretary but I

from the big masquerade.

One of the best.

Yes, my servant

contacted him.

I'm sure if you

a document we could arrange.

British Empire does not need

also netherworld.

No.

Except printing millions of counterfeit Deutschmarks

And Turkish piastres,

order to undermine the economy.

Please, sit.

Well...

I am here to inform you about my plan

Traveling at Jabal al-Druze.

You're not serious.

Yes, very seriously.

For decades

never has anyone gone to Druze.

Then it's about time.

He will not accompany any British soldier

, Miss Bell.

Would mean a challenge for Druids.

- I myself am a soldier...

- Major...

Royal Welch Fusiliers of the Maior.

Miss Bell, it seems that we already know enough about each other

.

Major...

I came to ask you something

which you volunteered.

Even if you are not here for me a couple months

Not pay attention and did not send anyone.

- Druids will take you as a spy.

- Yeah, or maybe they are.

Perhaps a spy, but are not

to anyone but me.

I am the wife of the consul.

- Yes.

- Do not be so formal, dear.

Miss Bell, she is Judith,

welcome.

I brought a gift.

One for each.

Very cute.

There are things that I

found in a bazaar.

- What to do with it?

- Is beautiful.

Should rank sheik, baby.

Use them to cut onions.

Come.

But druids are primarily independent.

And more than anything,

against the Turks.

In fact the only ones they defeated the Turks.

That's what makes them so interesting

.

In addition, their faith is Christian and Gnostic ideas platonic

,

Islamic faith which they cover.

Please, do not talk about Plato

.

- You want more couscous?

- Not to mention Plato, sweetheart.

We are talking about a very serious danger, Ms. Bell

faith.

It will be worth it.

Careful.

Druze do not play like everyone else.

They come to kill, not sparing anyone.

How long have enough powder to pull the trigger

,

Kill every man, woman and child

I meet.

How awful!

- What?

- You have.

There...

It's too much.

Sweetheart...

Do not you say a few occasions

you would not give up those guns?

Well...

Now quit.

Ms. Bell, for your

For me?

Syria South Mountains Druzi

Journey through the vast realms of Bedouins.

And my eyes are open to the complexity

Tribal relationships here.

Fattuh is professor in migration in all this.

It says the biggest

conflicts are between Druze and Beni Sakhr.

My concern is Omar, Miss Bell.

Yes, I learned this morning that it was Beni Sakhr

.

Let's leave behind?

Do not pity between Druze and Beni Sakhr.

If you meet, only one survives

.

Ms. Bell!

Yes.

I realized Druze recognized him as Omar

Beni Sakhr after her accent.

I have not thought about it.

What do we do?

Ask Omar.

Omar

to send you back... until it's too late?

Omar became suddenly deaf-mute

.

When?

An hour ago.

You are my prisoners,

you die!

- We all!

- If I die...

It should be Sheikh your hand.

Where's your sheik?

Take me to him.

- Ms. Bell, you're hurt!

- Nothing.

Nothing.

Give me your sheik now!

Now!

A woman enters through the entry of women.

This woman joins

men.

Seat.

Sit down, woman.

Please.

Who are you dare to come here?

I'm Gertrude Bell.

And are subject to the British Empire.

Thank God i

're not nemtoaica.

Sit down, please.

I thank every day that are not.

- Are you a spy?

- No.

I'm a writer.

Write about the beauty of places and their people.

So, you're a poet.

In a way, but really...

not describe...

What I see...

I call just beauty.

Much more conceited than

Roman poet Virgil.

It's a lied.

Yes.

How Virgil knows a Druze sheikh?

I traveled... incognito.

I was in Damascus.

In Beirut.

Paris.

Champs Elysees is the most beautiful avenue in the world

.

Baudelaire...

The Flowers of Evil... Rambo.

You're right, this poet has never

never described anything.

Just called glory trees...

A hive...

And country life.

As our poets.

That's right.

Can I ask something

one of my reliable?

Please.

Fattuh...

You bring wooden box?

Miss Bell...

I hope you have not hurt

my people.

Yes, but it's a small wound.

Malia's what we call grace.

Forgive them.

I do not know better.

Regret.

I want to give you a gift.

's Something valuable to me and I was given and now...

Now is yours.

Splendid!

You are my guest.

You are protected by our hospitality.

Three weeks later Damascus

I'm glad you're back.

A bad wound noble... but alive.

There's nothing. Nothing.

But I have to admit something.

- I dropped your guns.

- No matter, they were yours.

- But you gave them to me.

- Either do not use.

Finally became useful

reached their goal.

- Sorry.

- Miss Bell...

Will you please shut up.

Was something really happened.

Bullets.

I have a new plan,

I want to go to Hayri.

But it's in the middle of the Arabian Desert.

It's a forbidden zone.

Yes. We only have few writings from some travelers

For God, why Hayri?

Because her secret epicenter of the Arab world

And I want to know Emir Ibn Rashid

.

It's important

Arabia's ruler.

- Who goes with you?

- Fattuh.

And my people.

What?

I trust them.

You came too early.

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