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Belor, you have lost.

The circle is complete.

No, Belor, no!

The nidus, source of all my powers, has split into five pieces.

But Belor has already denied me possession of four parts.

Unless every fragment is regained.

I shall eventually grow weaker and die.

They can only be seen in reflection.

Find the five pieces of the nidus.

Bring them to me.

It's like an oven in here.

Somebody's breeding mosquitoes.

Hey, where's Phil?

What is that?

It's a giant fly swat. Come on, Phil, it must be somewhere around here.

Hey, don't idle, children.

It's time to take food and drink till the Knights of St. John come along.

If the infidel cannon will never destroy the wars of Bergu, the Grand Master

made them too well.

No, if the Turkish hordes think that they've beat the Maltese, they will need

starve up out.

Ah, Maria, did you add a little wine to the water to make it more palatable?

Yes, my lady, to be. Here, boy, and remember, only one piece and one cup

each.

And you, child, take that to the grandmaster. He's in the upper chamber.

upper chamber? Yes, yes, on your way.

And be swift about it. There are many more to feed.

Yes, my lady.

Helen?

Terry?

Where are you?

Oh, the ration's good. Come, boy.

Are you the Grand Master, sir?

I am, mademoiselle. And who are you?

My name's Helen. I was told to bring this to you.

What do my valiant soldiers eat?

Bread, sir, and watered wine. Then I shall eat and drink no differently.

Take this back to the Lady to fear and tell her I'll see her presently. Yes,

sir. Grandmaster!

Sir Hugo de Roth!

Harker? Hm?

No, child.

Hugo de Roth, Knight of St. John.

Here in Malta to serve my Grandmaster Jean Parisot de Lavalette in this great

siege. Which may soon be ended, my noble friend.

How much longer can we endure with these meagre supplies of food and water?

Brackish water, at that.

We'll last out until aid comes from Sicily. Aid has been promised these past

three months and so far nothing.

Meanwhile, the Turkish fleet continues to bring Apache's army fresh supplies

from the Levant.

Mademoiselle, do as I beg you.

Yes, sir.

Ah, the old wound troubled you still, eh?

Hinders me, Sir Hugo. I cannot fight in dead places at once, as you did just

before the fall of St. Elmo's Fort. Did I?

It was reliably reported to me.

It was a reliable exaggeration. I am old and my strength is waning. Age is an

attitude of mine, mon ami.

So, we must carry out our Christian duty.

If we fail here, Islam will take the entire Mediterranean.

Christendom itself will be under attack.

The Turkish army will not stop at Malta. Oh, yes, they will. We'll fight the

infidel to the last drop of his blood. Well said, mon ami. Come, let us share a

crust of bread and a goblet of water. And may it not be the last.

Did you not find the Grand Master?

He said he'd eat what the soldiers eat. But I put that food by especially. It

would have made no more than a day's difference to our supply.

Monday's rations could mean victory or defeat, my lady to fear.

How often must I tell you I want no privilege not accorded to my soldiers? I

stand a rebuked grandmaster.

Soldiers, Maria Maria?

It is, grandmaster.

What ration? One piece each, one cup of water.

Help yourself, Sir Hugo. Thank you. Young man, water.

Yes, sir.

With courage sufficient, Sir Hugo, Malta would be unassailable.

But short of a masterstroke, we must fight to the last man.

Here's to the army from Sicily.

Will they come?

I fear the Duke of Sicily is apprehensive of the Turks. Even more

to come and see how we've matched them, eh?

My duties here are done, Lady Tupia. May I be about my other responsibilities?

Of course, Maria.

There's supposed to be three of you. Where's your companion?

We don't know. We've got to split up, Rothko.

Call me Sir Hugo.

He must be lost, Sir Hugo.

We'll find him.

The fifth part of the Nidus is here somewhere, and Belor shall not have it.

To your feet.

Walk.

Kneel.

Great Pasha.

Your Janissary, Hassam Ali, found this unworthy creature on one of the outer

walls of the Ague.

Shall I dispatch him to the galley to display?

Bello! Silence, dog!

There is no strength in this Christian dog for the galley's great pleasure.

Within a week, he would be thrown overboard.

Approach, slave.

You counsel me well, Salima. When the great Mustafa Pasha speaks, you kneel

before him or lose your head.

Are you a Christian?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Great Pasha?

I am Great Pasha. How many years do you have?

Fifteen, Great Pasha.

Are your parents behind the walls of Birgu? No, Great Pasha. They're very far

away. Dismiss them from your thoughts. You will never see them again.

His eyes are quick and his intelligence keen, Salima.

Take him to your tutorage, Hasim Ali.

so that he may one day stand as you do, a genocide.

Of what great pasha? Silence, Christian dog!

How are you called?

Philip, great pasha.

There was another great pasha here, too, known to all as the Drawn Sword of

Islam. His name was Dragut.

He was struck down at St. Elmo's Fort of Wretched Memory. Less than two months

passed. So, in praise of Allah, I shall rename you Dragut Ali. Take him.

Make your salaam to the great pasha.

What news of my enemies, Salima?

They starve, great Pasha. Rely upon it. A crust of bread and a cup of water is

each Christian's meagre fare.

They have no hope of help from Sicily. They could not withstand another attack.

I thought that of the fort of St. Elmo. Yet they withstood my janissaries for 31

days. Each Christian life spilt the blood of seven Islamic warriors.

If so small a fort cost so dear a price, what price the larger Castile of Bergo?

No, I will not attack yet. Let them starve for a while.

But I have a device to destroy their morale.

A tower higher than their walls.

A tower set on wheels from which my janissaries can fire down upon them

fear of reprisals.

Now that you know my thoughts, Thalimar, use your spies to keep me informed of

the Lex's activities.

Let's go.

Those fiendish infidels have wheeled a wooden tower against our walls.

Their marksmen shoot down on us unopposed.

We must destroy it. Without, to venture outside would mean certain defeat.

Get fire to it, Grand Master. Not possible. The walls are hung with

permanently wet.

Grand Master, the wall is breached. I tell you what.

Eye at your side, Grand Master. No, Sir Hugo. Only your intelligence can defeat

that tower. Stay here and dwell on it.

Your little friends are separated forever.

The Dark One is trapped.

You are weakened by failures, Rothko.

Not as weak as I may seem.

I can still get the fifth part of the nidus. But first you must find it.

I have all the advantages, Rothko. While you are locked here in futile thought,

I can come and go as I please.

Out, wretched creature, out, I say. I have important things to deal with.

Hoopy, how ungainly for one who once held more subtle means.

I dispatched you once, I shall dispatch you again, you awful woman.

No.

Hugo, Hugo, fetch me water for this noble knight. Here, boy, help me.

Oh, what ails you, Sir Hugo?

Disappear, please.

Indeed it is, ma 'am. He accepteth it will restore you.

Stay with Sir Hugo, child. See that he rests and give him to drink as he needs.

Come, boy.

You and I will continue with our task.

That dreadful Belar caught me unawares.

So you've seen her? She knows where Phil is. She taunted me, saying that you

children were separated forever.

What can we do?

I must regain power and weaken her.

What's she done with Phil?

I fear he's in the Turkish camp.

And I well know what they do with Christian prisoners.

When the siege is won, You'll be taken to Constantinople, and from there to

Minor, where you'll be subjected to a severe training, to abstinence,

privations, and the strictest disciplines a man can endure.

But when it is done, you'll be one of us, the Janissaries, proud of our

placent island army, and ready at all times to accept the most dangerous and

difficult tasks.

They'll probably make him a slave. Or worse. I have to try and get to him.

We'll get killed if we try and step outside this plane. We've got to find

fifth piece of nidus.

We ought to stay with Roscoe. No time for idling, children. Take that sack to

the bakery.

This way.

This isn't the way.

Terry, we're trapped.

Yeah, and we know who Bella is now, don't we?

Ray.

It's too weak to have gone very far.

May I assist you, madam?

Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Maria!

The wall, it's gone.

Something must have happened to her.

And Roscoe must have done it. Come on.

This abominable heat affects us all.

Not an hour ago I found Sir Hugo prostrate upon the ground. Is that not

Hugo? Oh, quite true, lady.

I shall assist you to the women's quarters.

How did you do it?

You see?

Small creatures can inflict great damage in the right place.

We must find Phil.

By the Crusades, I have it.

How to find Phil?

How to destroy the Influence Tower.

In the right place. Oh, it's a masterstroke.

Oh, Sir Hugo, sometimes you astound me.

Grandmaster. Grandmaster.

What's happened, Sir Hugo?

I know how to destroy the Influence Tower. Praise be.

How? From within the Castile. From within? Are you quite recovered from the

heat, Sir Hugo?

Well, you see, the Turks are trying to breach our walls from the outside.

Well, we'll breach one from the inside.

The wall next to the tower. And within that breach will place a cannon with

chainshot and blow away the base of the tower.

It's only made of wood, so the whole structure will collapse at once.

We'll do it now, at once.

Destroyed by those Christian dogs. How destroyed?

Doubled by chainshot, Great Parsha, and then set on fire. The curse. By Allah's

beard, I'll defeat them yet.

And though every genus for each of the last will gladly sacrifice his life for

you, Great Pasha, the troops become more reluctant to attack.

Where is Salama with her council and her spies?

A broad day, Pasha, in your service.

Salama counselled that Birgu could not withstand another attack, that all

his walls were starving. Go and see Salama. Go under a flag of truce and

with that pig Lavalette.

Offer him honourable terms of surrender.

Say that he and his knight may retire from the island without further

We shall acquaint our heathen guest with Christian hospitality, my lady to fear.

But, Grand Master, we barely have enough to feed ourselves.

Serve only the best and copiously. Open our last cask of French wine and pour

generously. Very well, Grand Master.

Let them pass.

So, what does Mustafa Pasha want of me? The great Pasha offers you all a free

and unhindered passage from Malta to Sicily.

We are grateful to the great Pasha for his generosity, but my brethren and I

have no wish to quit this sunny island.

It would be wiser for you to spare further bloodshed. It was not Christian

that was spilt, it's a Delmore.

But soon it shall be in abundance unless you accept the great Pasha's offer.

We are not easily intimidated.

But enough of these trivialities.

Time for refreshment. Young man, a goblet of France's finest red wine for

Hussamani. Mademoiselle, food.

My lady, to fear, is this the best we can do for our guest?

I fear so, Grand Master.

My apologies for the paucity of the fair Hussamali, but we've been living under

this irritating siege for three months now.

Do you expect me to be tricked by this? To pretend to have such rich food in

quantity? We are not yet reduced to bread and water. By next spring, we may

to consider rationing, but by then, most of the pasha shall be gone.

You make light of your true position.

Most of the pasha came to Malta with 40 ,000 men.

And what has he to show for it?

One fort taken at enormous cost after one month's siege.

Well, the pasha has the peace of night upon him. The pasha?

I'm not sure where.

It could be one of his rings or jewels or perhaps in the... Careful, my boy. I

sense that our enemy is listening.

I offer the great pasha free and unhindered passage back to

Inform him.

that the Knights of St. John and the Gallant Maltese people shall never

surrender. These walls shall be breached, and a tide of genisries will

through. Then shall your dead dam up that breach and turn back your tide.

Tell your master that.

Come, Dragojali.

Where shall I go?

Bravo, bravo, Grand Master.

Mr. Vipassu would not be very pleased with your reply.

He will make one more determined bid to stomp the casket. And he will fail yet

again.

Return home, Christian.

By my

father's bones, may Allah give them peace.

I shall take the accursed Castile, and all there shall be put to the sword, all

save one, the Grand Master, Jean Perissot de Lavalette. He I shall take

Constantinople in chains, and there, before all Islam, I, Mustafa Pasha,

behead him.

I offered peace and was refused.

I know, Great Pasha. Now I am impatient to be master of those walls. And you

shall, Great Pasha. How? Tell me how, Salima.

Not in front of the unfledged great Pasha.

You speak the truth, Salama.

He is yet to earn his prunes.

You are dismissed from our presence, Drago Dali. Go to your chamber.

Go!

What is your counsel, Salama?

Would an army of 3 ,000 men inside their walls assure your victory? Half that

number, great Pasha, were they genissaries.

But if defeated, such a loss would be impossible to bear.

I would be forced to withdraw from Malta. Great Pasha, let me lead the

on the walls, and I will bring you victory. I did not speak of an assault

wall, Tathamali. I said within the wall.

Within? How?

There is a route.

Through the breached outer works and tunnels.

You know of it?

I do indeed. I have traveled it myself.

This will place me and my genissaries inside the Castile. In the very heart.

Cut it out with this.

My civet. Great Pasha honors me.

I shall call the genissaries to arms.

This night will be a famous victory, Salama.

And that, and that, and that will Birgo's walls be reduced by great

civet.

May I come with you, Father Molly?

Into the Castile? But you do not have the skills of a Janissary.

But I have the courage of one. Oh, it is not enough, Dragut Ali. No.

Await my return here.

After we have taken Birgu from within.

From within?

Your genissaries are ready to attack, Great Pasha.

May Allah strengthen your arms. Put all to the sword, save La Valette. As Great

Pasha commands.

Great Pasha, has Drago Dali been sent on some mission?

No. Is something wrong?

Only that I told him to await me in his cubicle.

He is not there.

I shall discipline him on my return.

Do that, Hassan Ali, upon your victorious return.

For that is what it must be, or all is lost.

Quiet out there.

Rothko, Bellos, open the tunnel so that the Turks can get through. And there's

an army on its way.

The Grand Master must be warned. Without delay.

And the Nidus? It's in the Pasha's cimeter.

The Grand Master's on the ramparts. Warn him of the attack at once. In the

Pasha's cimeter, eh?

Show me the entrance to this tunnel. Come on.

This way, lads.

Food has an alley. Rocker alley has the... Traitor!

both sent it on Belor. Now neither of us have it. For the moment, Rothko, but I

still have four pieces.

And I still have some respite. To grow weaker, Rothko.

To defeat you, Belor.

Look, I've lost it.

Yes, well, so has Belor.

There's still a chance.

He mustn't give up now, children.

He must fight on.

Together.

Onward.