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 its 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.
Lestin, 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
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 has become unlovely - 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
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
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