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So, God may accomplish a matter that has been done.

He who kills, shall be killed.

Hussein!

Sabbah did not kill his son for justice or truth.

Hussein!

Sabbah killed his son to prove to his followers.

That he is a man of truth and justice.

To correct the course of the castle

and to affirm their faith in the holder of the key to Paradise.

Hassan's struggles will increase and grow among those who are closest to him.

Why?

And on the other side.

The chosen one this time is among those closest to my heart,

Barzak Amide!

Barzak was sent on a mission.

That could be his end.

Hassan Al-Sabbah's spirit will be with you from the moment you leave the castle

until you return to us, God willing.

And it may be the beginning of his closeness to Sabbah

at the expense of the old friend

Zaid ben Sayhoon.

His mission,

is to kill Mansour, the young man.

The strong one.

Who was trained in the fortress of Almot

and knows their ways.

EPISODE 16: NEW SIEGE

Get out!

Just as you left everything related to me.

Fear me, Hassan.

I am your enemy until Judgement day.

Expect from me all evil.

Could you possibly kill me?

just like you killed Hussein if you got mad at me?

You're my beloved son

and Hussein was also my beloved son.

I didn't order the killing of Hussein because he upset me.

As a father, I was sad.

My heart broke in half

and I cried.

I issued the order as the ruler.

And the ruler must rule with justice.

And he must revenge for the person Hussein killed.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Do you love me?

But what if I made a violation that deserves punishment

who would judge, the ruler?

Or...

would my father forgive me?

If the violation involved people

and harmed people,

the guardian would rule.

Mansour!

You forgot heaven and threw yourself into hell!

Barzak!

The one who carries the spirit of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

You should have killed me insidiously as we were taught.

I want to see your eyes as they depart for Hell.

Let me go.

Why so quickly?

I couldn't believe I would find company in my prison.

Would you leave your friend, Omar, when he needs you?

I don't know you!

I had two friends and they got killed.

And you killed both of them!

You killed Nizam Al-Mulk and Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I am Hassan Al-Sabbah.

You're his corpse!

A corpse inflated by vanity and self-love.

I can't even look at you to say goodbye.

You've always had a tender heart.

You're battling the world from within, unable to face it.

A poet.

The meanings play with you like alcohol plays with your head.

You enjoy being a drunken toy in the hand of fate, Omar.

A drunken to in the hands of fate

is better than thinking I am the fate, Hassan!

Please, let me go.

Or am I your prisoner in the castle?

No, you are my friend.

But for you to leave, there is another arrangement.

I don't want your haste to be the cause of your death.

And to have Omar Khayyam killed near the Alamut castle!

Because Hassan Al-Sabbah couldn't protect him.

Arrange for me to leave as soon as possible.

Omar!

What advice do you have for Hassan Al-Sabbah before parting?

Don't look at your elongated shadow on the wall.

Look at your limited lifetime.

And at your body, vulnerable to disease and death.

Maybe a breath of anger

won't be followed by a breath of regret.

Farewell, Omar.

Hold it right there!

You must be the esoteric who killed this young man.

You're not just going to die.

- You will be mutated too! - Where are you taking me?

To the judge, the court, and then death.

What will you gain?

You hand me to the judge, I'll die, and you'll stay poor.

If you have a brain.

Or a heart that loves your children.

- Let me go! - Silence!

A sack of gold at the city gate.

A good deed from me for you and your children to live in wealth.

You're lying, you own nothing.

At the gate, my partner is waiting.

Take the gold, go home.

You never saw me, I never saw you.

If you don't get the gold, your weapon is ready, and my neck is not too far.

Kill me or hand me to the judge.

Here's the gate.

Where's your partner?

- Under my clothes. - What?

I'm starting to believe that you're a good man.

And you'll believe me even more when I bring out the other bag.

So, we were able to erase their trace.

By the will of God.

The castles are all that's left.

And first, the castle of the devil Hassan Al-Sabbah.

But our Sultan Malik-Shah's siege failed, unfortunately.

It failed as we couldn't estimate our enemy correctly,

and we were not at our best.

I will multiply the numbers many times.

And supply them with money, weapons, and food.

Enough for five years.

Even if the siege lasts a thousand years.

I won't accept anything less than each part of Hassan Al-Sabbah's

body torn apart and hanged over the landmarks of Isfahan.

And I want his head for myself.

I’ll hang it over the palace gate.

It's clear that the Sultan's armies are preparing for a great war.

They're heading to the Alamut Castle.

Because of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

May God grant victory to our Sultan's armies.

Rest, if you and the horse wish.

May God grant victory to our Sultan's armies.

Do you know who is the closest one to my heart?

Only God knows, our master.

Zaid ben Sayhoon

That's a great honor, master.

And a great rank.

And you know what Joseph's brothers have done to him out of jealousy.

So be careful!

From whom?

Barzak Amide.

He has his eye on you, and his jealousy of you is great.

Hide the matter and beware of him.

And keep all of the secrets I told you.

Training of the new recruits needs to be stepped up a bit.

Get moving.

You've returned!

Our hero is back!

This is a miracle!

A miracle by all measures.

I must meet the master immediately.

The Sultan's army is on it's way to besiege the castle.

The immense Seljuq’s army is coming back to lay siege to the Castle of Alamut.

But what can all the armies of the world do

against a castle with Barzak Ameed in it?

May God honor our lord.

Your safe return was a vision I had before sending you.

You have the rank of a thousand martyrs, Barzak!

Blessed high rank, our brother Barzak.

Barzak has a kind heart, Zaid.

Like you.

May God increase his love and good expectation, our master.

From now on, I want the whole castle active.

All of its fires should be blazing as if in celebration.

And those inside should be a very limited number of believers.

And about the siege of the castle, my master?

We will be the jinn that humans see, but humans cannot see us

Know all the Contents of the storage areas of the castle.

I want the fastest knights to go to the surrounding castles to call for support

and go to the subjects, alert and prepare them.

I want a new batch of young believers.

And ensure the safe exit of Omar Khayyam and his friend to the farthest point.

I want the three of you to go to all the villages near the castle.

I don’t want surprises.

Inform them of our number,

our intention and our gears.

To scare them.

Tell them that we won’t accept betrayal

or neutrality.

Either they are with us with their lives, hearts and all they own

or we start with them before we besiege the castle of Alamut.

And wipe them and their children and their houses off the earth.

I want the talk with them to be tough

with firmness and severity.

I want fear to live in their hearts.

And if their loyalty is to Alamut, are we going to do this?

Definitely!

Don’t forget to get pledges and treaties from their leaders there.

And bring me the eldest son of each tribal leader here.

So that his presence,

is their pledge and commitment to us.

By doing so, we will be stirring their anger.

So what?

I don’t want traitors!

I want obedience

or corpses.

As you order, commander.

Perform ablutions and offer your prayers.

There is a significant lesson from our master...

or whoever acts on his behalf.

But the words are our master's words.

What does he look like?

Have you...

attended the etiquette lesson

by Ibn Sa'fan?

Yes, I attended it.

What is the first sentence?

A believer never asks.

I'm sorry.

However,

our master, Hassan Al-Sabbah

is as radiant as the moon.

And as fierce as a volcano.

A word from him can take you to heaven,

and likewise, a word from him can throw you into hell.

May God protect us.

Omar.

Do you...

do you think they might let us go just like that from the castle?

What they will do to Khayyam and Sahban?

They could kill us. If they want to do so.

Is anyone here wondering why and how?

Don't be afraid.

listen, ever since I knew you, all I've seen is fear.

We've lived in palaces.

And entered the most dangerous place on earth.

Instead of thanking me!

I will thank you, but once we get out of here.

And we separate ways.

Why is that!

I'll leave alone.

Let them tell Sabbah you’re a traitor and they kill you.

No, no, no, I'm your servant and massure.

Our master in his solace.

Saw the greatest preacher Barzak Amide

as he returned to the castle on a bird's wing.

He asked in private, in his dream.

Is Barzak Amide a martyr?

The mysterious secret inside him answered, Barzak Amide is a thousand martyrs.

And indeed, Barzak Amide asked our master for permission.

And went and killed the apostate infidel Mansour.

What?

- Was Mansour killed? - And Barzak Amide returned safely.

- Lower your voice. - He got the title of a thousand martyrs.

He went on a mission and failed.

And with our master Hassan Al-Sabbah’s words.

Barzak Amide the thousand martyrs will speak to you.

And tell you the message of our master.

Our master gave me the title of a thousand martyrs.

And he told me to inform you!

The Seljuks, the infidels.

They will besiege us in a short time.

Whoever of you kills one of them.

Will assume a high rank.

And ten virgins of paradise.

- Ten virgins of paradise! - And his name will be written in light.

- By his hand, on the gate of paradise. - Isn't that few?

This number is too small!

- We'll be there forever! - They’re in the thousands.

- And you’re only in the hundreds. - The number is too small.

Bear with patience.

- Here. - Patience.

- I was told there’s a paradise here. - But victory requires patience.

- Paradise? - Our master in his solitude.

Will determine the believers' groups.

Who will fight here,

And who will fight outside the castle.

And who will guard the gates.

So obey and listen.

And be glad for victory and heaven.

I saw you whispering during the sermon

and I forgave you twice and it did no good!

The blame is on the preacher who raised you.

Sorry my lord.

Follow me.

Each one of you will speak her native language.

So that it's completely different from the language of the chosen young man.

I want the young Arab man,

To hear Persian love words.

And the young Persian man,

To hear Arabic love words.

And you to understand,

And him not to understand.

The mystery,

is love's fire.

And love is a melody,

not a language.

I want him to feel love,

and not understand the language.

That's the important thing.

The sensation.

So his heart attaches more to you

and believes he's in a dream,

not in reality.

Each one will have her distinctive scent.

A special fragrance.

Will remain on the body and clothes of the chosen young man

after he wakes up from the dream.

But assume the chosen young man

got close to one of those dancing, not the one talking to him.

Then she must die!

No matter how close.

No matter how hard he tries.

The one dancing,

just dances and nothing else.

And the one talking to him,

is the only one he should talk to.

Understood?

Understood.

Do you know where I'm taking you?

To our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Our lord saved your life when you were a little child.

And it's time to pay back the favor, my son.

I want you to devote your soul to him.

To love him more than me.

More than yourself.

Just like your brother Saad.

From here you can safely continue your journey.

Isfahan, Baghdad, Levant.

Wherever you like.

You have the horses with food and drink.

Drink, you mean water?

Our master ordered a bottle of wine for you.

- Ok. - Peace be with you.

When we were leaving, there were sounds of preparation and hustle,

is something going to happen or is it just a regular procedure here?

Arrive safely.

How embarrassing!

I'm on a path and you're on another as we agreed.

What is this?

Here in the wilderness?

In the desert?

Farewell has rules, Omar!

No, if there is a farewell then it's here and forever.

Ok, I'm sorry, Omar.

Be polite!

Alright.

I recite poetry as I please.

And I enter the city I like and I leave from it at a time I want.

Okay.

And if you ever want to say at any time that this poem is yours

or you are Omar Khayyam, don't deny it.

Well, the thing is...

Okay, okay!

Let's see!

Where to then?

Again?

I'm talking to the horse.

Obedience and hearing to the Seljuk army.

But our children!

- They are the proof of sincerity. - No.

That is rejected.

Who said you can talk in my presence?

I am the older one and I am the chief of tribes.

And no voice is louder than mine.

A difficult and humiliating request.

Our children going to the Sultan's army,

that's an honor.

Sultan Berkyaruq is ours, his army is our army and his commands are executed.

Give us the time.

For mothers to say goodbye to their children.

Take your time, chief.

You will go with the knights,

in the service of the Sultan's army.

Your hearts are with Hassan Al-Sabbah

and your appearance is with the Seljuk army.

And when the battle begins,

the heart appears,

and nothing else exists.

Those are the best young men, and our finest sons serving our Sultan.

Long live Sultan Berkyaruq!

Long live Sultan Berkyaruq!

Long live Sultan Berkyaruq!

The siege of Berkyaruq is much stronger than his father's siege.

After all that you have seen And you still have weak faith, Zaid?

Not their numbers, their weapon, or their sultan.

Their sultan might die now,

or fire may rain down on them from the sky,

or a storm may uproot them from the ground

Miracles need believers, not hypocrites, Zaid.

God Forbid, our master.

I meant we could start sending messages to the surrounding Castles.

There's no time for long messages.

The homing pigeon carries only brief messages.

Not even a homing pigeon.

We need to find another way.

Summarizing and riddles

are very important in messages.

Summarizing is understood,

but how riddles?

Meaning...

writing the words in more than one way

and understanding the intended meaning of the message.

Meaning you could write that the walls are

demolished and allow the sunlight to pass

and the message is passed on from one shepherd to the next

until it falls into the hands of our followers who send us reinforcements.

I want very clear and understandable messages

and false ones.

That can be in the hands of others

easily caught by the Seljuk state.

About fake reinforcements from a fake place.

Deception!

We people of stealth and concealment!

Our external appearance is misleading but our inner mission is true.

Bearing the cloak of patience in tragedy.

Reaping the beauty of patience in the end.

A message came from our master.

"I've overcome every harsh condition, so I'll overcome this

"And poverty has defeated me, and it has become my ruler"

If I show it, it forgives, if I hide it, it kills"

- "So his face..." - This means our master needs information.

About the grain silos in the camp.

We found these messages with him.

I have to inform Commander Dawood.

Coming to collect money in a bar, do you think we are fools?

The money is not for me, it's for you, for your conditions.

And what's wrong with the bar?

A place where you enjoy your time and rest your minds

and where you can ease your mood to forget the injustice.

And we all want to forget the injustice.

And what's the idea then?

The idea is called "The Empty Cup"

What's that?

It means paying for a single drink and not to drink it.

And who will drink it?

No one will drink it since it's empty.

And with the price of each empty cup, We collect money and take actions.

A house for the poor and clothes for the destitute.

And those who are wishing to become soldiers, will become soldiers.

And he then they have the right of wages and loot.

An empty cup doesn't harm.

But it can benefit.

Empty in Zaid ben Sayhoon's box the price of your empty cup,

and in a few days, you will witness the gains.

Here is the price of the first empty cup.

Pay to Zaid ben Sayhoon, the price of your empty cup.

Here?

You will be able to do what Nobody has been able to do.

Here you will learn sacrifice.

Here is a holy place.

You'll be able to sell your soul here for the truth.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

Your son?

The one you saved.

And gave him life years ago.

I brought him to serve the dawah

and serve you.

He would give his soul for you, my master.

That's a great soul!

And who is more precious than children!

Tell me about Saad.

Do you see him?

He's comfortable and happy.

Among the martyrs and the righteous.

God is great!

God is great!

- The guests shall be comfortable. - Thank you, our master.

Is his son in heaven?

What about Hussein?

Don't forget to use the herbs I told you about.

Who taught you this recipe, Soliman?

A friend of mine.

Because dears has types

And each type has its own hunter.

Meaning, for example, I see the dear coming from afar, swaying.

Right

and left.

Right

and left.

Right

and left.

Tayfour won't stop lying ever!

He has never seen a dear in his life!

I really miss Ibrahim!

"As for inspiration

"it is something that science does not deny"

and it has principles and rules."