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Al-Hadi helped Dunia Zad, Khadija, and Nourhan escape.

Al-Hadi defied his father, Hassan Al-Sabbah.

He defied the most powerful man on Earth.

But it wasn't Al-Hadi's courage that pushed him to do this.

It was his love for his mother and sister.

And his fear for them from his father.

You have illuminated the house of Omar Al-Khayyam.

So that Al-Hadi would confess all of this to his father.

My mother, Khadija, and Nourhan.

Are gone.

Fire ignited within Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Dunia Zad and Khadija are not in Alamut Castle.

And you're the one who helped them escape from me?

Not just because his wife and daughter escaped.

But because his son, his heir.

Betrayed him.

This is your trap.

And it could be your grave as well.

Either you are reborn, or death will purify you.

And the presence of an heir was necessary.

Stronger and braver than Al-Hadi.

Let me die and rest.

I don't want you to die.

I want you to wait until you see what will strengthen your resolve.

I don't want you.

I don't want to be your heir.

But I want you to be my heir.

I thought I'd act according to my principles.

And come check on you.

But it seems you have guests.

And I thought you were in deep trouble.

No, I didn't get into trouble.

Trouble came to me.

Your riddles, Omar, oh Khayyam, are exhausting.

Can you keep a secret, oh simple one?

The simple one may be lacking in knowledge.

But he can keep a secret, oh Khayyam.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

- Did he send the message? - His wife.

She came fleeing from him all the way here, and with her were other people.

And I couldn't close my door in her face.

Noble, and full of chivalry.

But if the Vizier finds out, or the Sultan.

I won't know you, and I will consider you a martyr in the sight of God.

And I won't even visit your grave.

And if Hassan Al-Sabbah, whom she fled from, finds out before them.

More cursed and misguided.

He will send one of his followers to kill you, and

after that the Sultan finds out and kills you again.

I'm leaving.

And where is your principle that made you check on your friend?

Shall I tell you? There are things above principles and chivalry.

And advice?

Escape alone.

Go, Sahban.

Go and keep the secret.

May God help you with this affliction.

Give me that.

My lord, the Sultan.

Are you Yahya?

My lord, the Sultan.

Why didn't you carry out Al-Sabbah's plan?

And kill my lord, the Caliph?

I chose to live the rest of my life with honor.

And your beloved who is with Al-Sabbah?

I said there is no love without honor.

And what is the honor of Yahya, son of the Muezzin?

That I lead an army.

That goes to erase Alamut Castle and kill its devil.

You can?

I am the most knowledgeable of its entrances and exits.

And I have the strongest weapon.

Revenge.

I know that Nourhan's fate is death.

But there is nothing more honorable than me taking revenge.

And just as God enabled me to get the neck

of the one who killed my father and mother.

He will enable me to get the neck of the one who killed Nourhan.

And the necks of many of those he sent to their death.

And I don't care about victory or defeat.

I care about killing him.

Even if I die a thousand times after that.

And the one who does not fear death, and was able to defeat it multiple times.

Death fears him.

And what guarantees that your entire story is true?

Perhaps you are a liar.

Or a spy for Al-Sabbah?

Ask the streets of Isfahan and its mosque about my father.

Saeed bin Awf and who killed him.

Ask those of your soldiers who returned

from the last battle at Ibn Hafez's castle.

About the knight who entered the castle with

the Batinis, which side was he fighting on?

You seem truthful, Yahya.

Your intention is good.

But great states are not run by intentions.

Many have come to us from Al-Sabbah.

And at first, they also claimed good intentions.

Take him to the prison.

Years of life have passed inside the castle, Barzak.

What our master did inside the castle.

No Sultan or Caliph could do.

But in the end, here he is.

A prisoner of the castle.

Our master can be present anywhere he wishes.

There is no place or time.

That can imprison Hassan Al-Sabbah.

The soul longs to go out, Barzak.

I want to breathe.

I want to walk long distances until I get tired and rest on the desert sands.

I want to smell the scent of the world outside Alamut Castle.

I've come to hate isolation.

And freedom.

Freedom, Barzak.

Our master has always been free.

I don't think so.

Either in the Seljuk prison, as you knew me.

Or in the prison of Badr al-Din al-Jamali, or in the prison of an idea.

The prison of an idea?

Every great mind is a prisoner of its idea.

Until it can achieve it.

And every time it achieves an idea, it is freed from its prison.

And enters the prison of a new idea.

What our master commands.

Now we get to the back.

No no no no no!

There is severe pain here, Uncle Sahban.

Well, that pain is from standing guard.

And Sahban carries the back pain.

Yes, Uncle Sahban, but gently.

Why don't you come work in my place?! And also

if you work slowly, I'll put you to sleep.

Sir, I'll sleep.

- At least I'll rest a little. - Oh, just sleep comfortably.

- Where is your guard post? - At the Sultan's palace gate.

No, then you get special treatment, straighten up now.

All you need now is a story.

One of Sahban's amazing tales.

That takes you into the world of dreams.

- Tell us, Uncle Sahban. - Once upon a time.

In the old days of the past.

There was a terrifying, horrible person named Hassan Al-Sabbah.

The Batini who lives in the castle.

- I know him. - Well, I know that you know him.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Killed the great men of the Sultanate.

The Vizier of Malik Shah, Nizam al-Mulk, and others, and others.

Nizam al-Mulk and Omar al-Khayyam were his closest friends.

Omar al-Khayyam.

That's the poet philosopher. I saw him once in the Sultan's palace.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

He had a beautiful wife, very beautiful.

- Of course. - She fled from Alamut Castle and left him.

With whom?

Who would she go seek refuge with, who would open his house for her?

With whom?

Omar al-Khayyam, my friend.

Now, hot water.

It will set things right for you.

My lord, the Sultan.

The matter of the young man Yahya Ibn Saeed is simple, my lord.

And it's been proven that he is truthful.

And that he was fighting with our soldiers at Ibn Al-Hafez's castle.

Great.

We have gained a new enemy for Ibn Al-Sabbah.

And he also knows the entrances and exits of his castle.

But I have news and a much more important

gain, may God glorify our lord the Sultan.

A more important and closer enemy to Ibn Al-Sabbah.

And we have him here in Isfahan.

Who?

The wife of Hassan Al-Sabbah and his daughter.

In the house of Omar al-Khayyam.

Did anyone in the castle know I was leaving?

No, our master, it's a secret order.

Everything concerning our master, no one knows about it.

Beautiful.

Leave me alone and return to the castle. I don't want anyone to sense any change.

How can I leave you, our master?

You are in danger.

This is my journey alone, obey the command, Barzak.

- You have nothing but obedience. - I won't leave you unless I die.

Obedience, Barzak.

And when will you return?

At the appropriate time.

Our master's orders.

So the informant was telling the truth?

Yes, my lord.

The wife of Hassan Al-Sabbah sought refuge with me.

And with her were her daughter and a girl named Nourhan.

The three of them are fleeing from Hassan,

and I couldn't close my door in their face.

Why didn't you inform us?

Is chivalry and rescuing women.

In need of reporting?

When the matter concerns the greatest enemy of the Sultanate.

Permission is necessary.

Our poet Omar.

Did what befits him.

As a chivalrous man.

I commend you for your noble action, Omar.

But we need your guests, Omar, so we can interrogate them.

Hand over my guests, you mean?

And is it appropriate to interrogate women?

The matter here has surpassed the limits of hospitality.

This is a matter related to a higher interest.

As for interrogating women.

If the matter concerns the interest of the state.

Then we have the right to interrogate anyone.

And I am surprised by your objection and disapproval of the request.

Which could take the form of a command!

I thought the command here belonged to our great Sultan alone.

You have done your part, Omar.

And opened your door to those who sought your refuge.

But I am the authority here.

And it would have been better if my door was the one opened for them.

The wife of Al-Sabbah and his daughter will come here.

Under care and guard.

And I think this is a matter not open to objection.

Are you the wife of Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Yes, my lady.

What would make a married woman, married to a

man of such force and danger, flee from him?

Hatred.

And what turns love into hatred?

- The killing of my son. - Your son?

Who is his son?

Yes.

What would make a father kill his son?

Madness and selfishness.

The love of being the holder of the key to Paradise,

who was able to kill his son if he made a mistake.

So that those around him would believe in him.

Believe him, you mean?

Believe in him.

Hassan Al-Sabbah is not just a leader or a ruler.

He is a god.

He truly believes that in himself.

A strange story.

Is this your daughter?

Yes.

And this is the wronged Nourhan.

Yours is quite a story, Dunia Zad.

You are guests of myself and the Sultan.

And you are safe here.

What is your story, Nourhan?

Anyone, whoever they are, who comes claiming to be our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And orders you to open the castle gates.

Is to be killed immediately.

These are our master's orders.

There you are!

Stop right there, Batini.

Drop your weapon.

I don't have a weapon.

Kill him.

Yahya didn't go to Baghdad.

He entered Isfahan and surrendered himself to Sultan Barkiyaruq.

And Lady Dunia Zad and those with her are also in the Sultan's palace.

I don't want you to mix with the rest of the young believers.

You now have a greater status.

You are confidants.

So what is our fate?

A great promotion.

And by the order of our master, the holder of the key to Paradise.

Something greater than martyrdom.

As I promised you.

You will experience the dream of Paradise again.

Now, please.

Do you prefer to die and be thrown in the desert,

your flesh becoming the share of hungry birds?

Or to show me the way to your master?

Who is my master? I have no master!

The infidel devil living in the castle.

The one who claims to be the holder of the key to Paradise.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And who knows his way?

Oh, wicked one, your clothes indicate you are one of his followers.

Yes, but I have many masters.

You confess?

Why would I lie when my clothes have exposed me?

Do you know the castle's entrances?

An entrance, an entrance.

Show me an entrance that leads me to your devil.

Save your soul from being killed.

Liar.

Wait!

Why did you say liar?

Because after I show you, you will kill me.

And if I were in your place, I would do the same.

Wicked.

Why don't you say you were educated by a great scholar?

And who is this great scholar, Batini?

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

But I keep my word.

And our word is one.

Not like you, with your outer and inner meanings.

Show me one of the castle's entrances.

Where the guard is weak.

And I will let you live.

All this just to reach Hassan Al-Sabbah?

And that is easy.

Reaching his neck means the end of the corrupt mission.

The end of the devil himself.

What if someone guides you to Hassan Al-Sabbah himself and his location.

Without you going to the castle.

Okay.

- Show him to me. - I am Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And I am the Abbasid Caliph.

And this is the Seljuk Sultan.

And this is the wife of the Seljuk Sultan.

At first, I respected you and gave you my word.

But unfortunately.

None of you are truthful.

All Batinis are like this.

I claimed to be him.

And I have the proof with me.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Would leave his castle.

And surrender himself so easily?

So that I may know what you do not know.

So that I may see what you cannot see.

Great, Hassan, oh Sabbah.

Let me hear you out until the end.

So what is your proof?

Oh, holder of the key to Paradise.

Look at the ring on my finger and the inscription on it.

If you are really him, then this is the catch of a lifetime.

Who told you?

Could it not be that God sent me to you, so that instead of killing me.

I guide you?

A devil guiding believers?

Or an Imam guiding the sinners.

Seize the opportunity, God's secrets are wondrous.

How would you guide us?

Let me hear you, so I may kill you with certainty.

Your sheikh is sick.

And his illness has prevented him from leading you in prayer for a while.

If my words are true, take me to him quickly so I can treat him.

And if my words are false, kill me.

To your health.

Bitter.

Very bitter.

Bitterness is its secret.

The apparent is bitterness, and the hidden is healing.

Praise be to God.

How did you know of my illness?

That is a matter between me and my God.

And a blessing from God.

For three years.

I have been speaking to the youth about your heresies and misguidance.

The world is a place of trials.

And you heard of me but did not listen to me.

Yes.

And every purpose is your healing.

Even if you order the youth to kill me, I am content.

God forbid that I kill a man who says, 'My Lord is God'.

But I have a question.

Why would Sheikh Hassan Al-Sabbah.

The Old Man of the Mountain.

Leave his castle.

Alamut Castle.

And come down?

A voice called to me in my seclusion while I was praying.

A dignified and clear voice.

And it said to me, 'Go down, Ibn Al-Sabbah, and treat the good Sheikh'.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

What God wills, and there is no power nor strength except with God.

And praise be to God.

So, I.

Will be able to stand.

Perform ablution.

And pray as well?

By the command of the Merciful, you will be able.

Praise be to God.

Praise be to God.

Escort the Sheikh.

To the place he desires.

And all of you.

Be at his service.

Thank you, I don't want anyone to escort me.

My purpose was your healing, and I will continue my journey alone.

We have been blessed.

In God's protection.

In God's protection.

Praise be to God.

Praise be to God.

Where are you taking us?

Your luck from the heavens.

The Sultan wants you.

It seems you have a life ahead of you.

You turned out to be truthful, Yahya.

Praise be to God.

How shall I reward you for returning him to us?

That I lead an army that goes to Alamut Castle.

That is a matter whose planning will take time.

What would make you happy right now?

To go visit our master, Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali.

Was he your sheikh?

He was my sheikh and my master.

Of course.

But I have a reward for you that I'm sure will make you happy.

My daughter!

Mother, I missed you!

I missed you!

My dear! My love!

Forgive me!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

My daughter!

I'm okay.

Thank you, God!

Praise and thanks to You, God.

But it's good that you got out of that trouble.

So thank your God.

But how did the Sultan find out?

The Vizier, surely.

That means I'm being watched.

There's no doubt about it.

But if I were being watched, they would have known from the first day.

Oh Omar.

These are important people.

I mean, it's not possible... for example, if

we assume the one who found out was a guard.

He can't just go and tell the Sultan directly.

He must go tell the guard commander.

And the guard commander goes to, I don't know who.

It's a very big procedure until the news reaches the Vizier.

Or someone informed on you, you simpleton.

Informed on you?

I am the only one who knows the secret, Omar.

And you would never reveal the secret.

You're going to make us lose our meal.

Listen, man, you.

I may be simple, but I have principles and morals.

Right.

Even if they torture you, you would never talk.

Even if they gouged out my eye, I would never talk.

Because look, Omar.

This secret is a man's honor, you see.

You've spoken the truth, Sahban.

Let's just continue eating.

And then, this fruit platter is so far away. Why? Bring things closer to people.

Take it, take it.

God bless.

The shepherds' sons are strong.

Born knights.

The nature of the desert here is what makes their resolve stronger.

Harsh upbringing creates heroes.

The credit goes to the mothers.

And the mother in the area we are in.

Is strong and sturdy.

And from her comes the strong boy.

And the stubborn girl.

- Shall I help you? - No, I am younger and stronger than you.

And I don't like anyone to carry my load but me.

- Can you? - Of course I can.

You look strange, not from here.

I am indeed a stranger.

And a stranger is a guest.

Come rest at my place.

I'm afraid I'll be a burden on you.

No.

One morsel is enough for many.

And one drink of water quenches many thirsty.

Come rest.

Tie the horse, Jaber.

Please, come in.

Look now.

I want you to eat a lot.

Eat comfortably.

I don't like a shy guest.

Okay. In the name of God.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

The milk, Badr Al-Budur.

Beautiful, how you pamper her.

No, it's not pampering or anything, it's.

Her real name.

Her mother died.

And her brother got married and went away to seek livelihood.

Why aren't you eating?

This is the joy of my life.

Her name is Badr Al-Budur.

Will you marry me your daughter?

Marry her to you?

But I just met you?

The name is Hassan.

And the lands are far.

My wife has died, and the dowry that satisfies you.

I will marry her to you if she agrees.

Her consent is more important to me than the dowry and everything else.

It is your right, and may you achieve it.

But she is all I have.

Will you take her away?

We will enter your home, and after that, she and I will be on our own.

Ask her.