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Another siege on the castle.

A fiercer siege.

I will make the numbers tenfold.

And tempt them with wealth, weapons,
and food that would suffice for five years.

To alleviate the
siege, Al-Sabah.

Devised a method of encryption
between him and his shepherds.

- "His face became hideous…"
- This means our lord needs information.

About grain
warehouses in the camp.

And at the same time,

Zaid Ibn Suhon was gathering
money and young men.

So hear and obey.

And anticipate
victory and paradise.

Hassan was a
brilliant character.

Barzak Amide.

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

Poor Ibn Suhon.

Beware of him, and
treat him like a brother.

A world leader and
master of hearts.

As Imam Ghazali always
used to refer to him.

That he has a thousand images.

Just like Satan.

But contrary to
the castle siege,

there was an internal
siege in Hassan Al-Sabbah

from his wife and
his lover, Donia Zad.

Beware of me, Hassan.

The one who killed her son.

I am your enemy till
the Day of Judgement.

A sacrificial lamb for his call.

Hassan Al-Sabbah's call.

EPISODE 17: MESSAGES
OF BROTHERHOOD

"As for the inspiration,

it's something
science has not denied,

and it has rules
and principles."

Leave me.

Let him feel the fire of hell.

Take Lady Donia Zad to her room.

And closed the doors on her
with all respect and politeness.

I won't forgive you, Hassan.

A door opened for you this time,
next time you will die by my hand.

Even if everyone believed you,

I won't.

My son's blood is on your
hands, I won't forgive you, Hassan.

Leave me.

Thank God it ended
with a reprimand.

Ever since I arrived to the castle,
I've been hearing about this Ibn Suhon.

Terrifying!

It was also my first time
seeing Barzak Amide.

Barzak is worth a
thousand martyrs.

They say these two,

are our lord's wings, that he
uses to fly anywhere in the world,

to another place.

Sometimes he flies
out of this world.

What does he look like?

Just an ordinary
man like any other.

No.

The difference is
that he is the smartest.

Who managed to be
alone on the throne.

Our Lord is not a King, Sultan.

Nor even a Caliph.

And there's no throne.

Our master, such a
profound spiritual thing.

A special creature.

Your faith is childishly
strong, Jouhar!

You are so innocent.

We're all like that.

Or don't you believe
in our master?

I don't believe in anyone.

And what does the one who
doesn't believe in anyone do?

Among believers
in the Almut castle.

My story is very long, Khayrat.

I've tried all the
ideas and beliefs.

A Zoroastrian in my childhood.

Then a Buddhist,

then a Jew, a
Christian, and a Muslim.

In the end, I'm a martyr.

What did you get?

I am here, in the most
beautiful place I could ever be.

This place is a
great alternative.

The greatest alternative!

Alternative for what?

For everything.

Life, despair, and fear.

In the end, suicide.

But here is something different.

There are imagination,
excitement, and passion here.

And even death, at the end, comes to
you in the most beautiful way possible.

Redemption and martyrdom.

Could there be anything
better than this, you think?

Your words are
confusing and scary!

No no no,

stick with your childish faith.

By God, this is the most
beautiful thing about you, my dear.

And you, Khayrat?

Me!

I am here to kill as
many Seljuks as possible.

And to be killed
and finally rest.

They killed the
majority of my tribe.

And I killed their most important leader
inside his tent before I even turned 18.

And then?

I fled.

And hid in various
places until I arrived here.

Where I found my last opportunity
to kill, to be killed and to rest.

Good night.

And to you as well.

I love you.

What is it that God
created between your ribs?

It can't possibly be a heart!

There are many verses in the Quran
that talk about the rebellious son.

Who defied his father's will.

Like In Surah Al-Kahf
and the righteous man.

And like the son of Noah.

And like Adam's son
who killed his brother.

It happens.

That the son gets
killed when he is defiant.

And that is not by
my will or my heart.

It's God's command.

I seek Allah's protection, man!

Even the father killing his son!

You want to amuse my mind again?

And convince me that
it's a divine command!

Deception, stubbornness,
and obstinacy!

In Surah Al-Kahf, it was the
righteous servant who killed the son,

not the father.

It was the vanity that killed the son
of our prophet, Noah, not his father.

No one killed his son
except you, Hassan.

I only passed the order.

So he didn't feel regret!

So he didn't ask for
forgiveness and pardon!

- I am the authority.
- You're insane!

You indeed believe that
you're superior to humans.

You're not a preacher
for the Hidden Imam.

You're a preacher
for Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Lord of the Fortress.

Who can do anything to have
his slaves believe he's their god.

I understand and
excuse your condition.

And I love you.

And I hate you.

Who were you dreaming about?

I was dreaming of
Yahia on his horse.

He was telling me, “I love
you, Norhan, wait for me”.

Ah, what a beauty!

Are your dreams more pleasant
than the dream of heaven?

I thank God for not being owned by
anyone from the paradise dreamers yet.

Your turn will come, Nourhan,

and you must prepare,
or else you'll die.

I'd prefer to kill myself rather than
become a pleasure for one of them.

Wake up, Nourhan!

Keep your dreams to sleep only.

And in the dream of heaven,

imagine that every chosen
one of them is Yahia.

Feel the blessing we have.

We're in a huge blessing.

Living in a nice place,

wearing the best clothes,

we are adorned,

and we are enjoying it,

what's more beautiful than this!

Come, let me teach you something
before she comes to kill us.

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out,
even you shall not listen

I complain of a drinking companion
whose face I fell in love with

From his palms I drank the wine

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out,
even you shall not listen

I can no longer be patient, nor
do I have any forbearance left

My folks have reprimanded me, and they
have gone too far in their reprimanding

They have made light of my
complaints of what has happened to me

However, my situation is
one deserving of empathy

For my situation is one of a debilitating
despair and of a demeaning affection

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out,
even you shall not listen

My heart burns and
my tears pour down

He knows what the fault is,
still he does not confess to it

O, you whom I have been
speaking of and describing

Your love has sprouted
inside of me and blossomed

My lord.

I apologize for entering
without permission.

But the matter is
serious and grave.

We found a group of shepherds
with encrypted letters from the castle.

And their explanations,
as if they were from us.

And maps for the secret
entrances of the castle.

And an inventory
of grains and food.

And also correspondences
from other castles.

The Sultan's spies,

are amongst us!

We have pressured
them in every way

and made them taste
the torment of hell.

They won't tell us where they
got the letters and codes from

or what their purpose was.

Since when does the Sultan's army
have soldiers of such strength and bravery!

These are not soldiers, my lord.

These are a group of
women and girls of shepherds.

You are in the presence of
our lord, Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I know you!

Your spirit is not
unfamiliar to the castle.

And I hear you say
for our lord, and my

soul sacrifice to the
keyholder of heaven.

Come.

Who are you?

Who are you?

A girl from
shepherd's daughters.

What's your name?

Rayhana.

The letters you brought,
I know how you got them.

But the explanations of the
puzzles and the words in them,

Only a very small group
inside the castle know them.

The senior preachers,
companions, and chosen ones.

Who and how did you learn from?

And it seems you are
looking for someone specific!

I'm looking for someone
who doesn't exist.

You sent him to hell
with your own hand.

Hassan Al-Sabbah sends
the devoted to paradise.

And only the enemies of
the dawah and faith, to hell.

And Derbas, my brother.

Is he in paradise?

My mother asks me every
day, and I have no answer.

I would like to tell
you to reassure her.

And tell her that your son
enjoys the bliss of paradise.

But you won't leave here.

You were one of us, a
daughter of our mission.

But the devil took advantage
of your love for your brother.

And made you follow...

the path of the arrogant Sultan.

And support his soldiers
over your faith and creed.

My faith is firm.

And my creed is firmer than you.

And I and those with me
neither support the Sultan nor you.

Both are one in oppression.

You have sent my brother, his
siblings, and the children with me to hell.

And he sends his soldiers to
death, to prove he defeated you.

To the point that whoever falls
into his hands is slaughtered.

He gets stuffed with straw.

He is burnt and his
ashes put in our mouth.

Blood gives birth to blood, but
not our lord's blood, nor the Sultan's.

But the blood of
his shepherds...

and his followers...

Who taught you?

Our lord.

I taught my brother,
and he taught me.

I am grieved by the death
of a young woman like you.

With your bravery and knowledge.

Your brother was my
son and my beloved.

Both inside and
outside the castle.

They know that Hassan
Al-Sabbah could kill his son,

for the dawah.

For Hassan Al-Sabbah.

For the truth.

O truth...

how many crimes are
committed in your name!

Exactly.

Your words are right, Rayhana.

To be thrown
from the castle roof.

I feel the castle's
spirit is anxious.

Difficult days.

I want to speak to the people.

Which people?

All the people.

All the young believers
and preachers.

Sure.

Welcome, loved ones.

You are my family.

And you are my beloved ones.

Kinship is not of
clay and blood.

The kinship is of the soul.

You are my soul, and I am yours.

And my soul felt anxiety.

It felt your inside asking...

Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah?

And what are we doing
in the castle of Alamut?

Why are we few and
facing the whole world?

And what is the fate?

That's why I had to appear.

And speak to you the
language of soul to soul.

Know this, my children.

That Hassan Al-Sabbah
is a simple Muslim.

He asked our Lord to know
the truth and the reality.

And I pledged to
myself a pledge.

That the truth and reality
is above all considerations.

For the sake of truth, Hassan
Al-Sabbah killed his son.

Hussein, may God
have mercy upon him.

For the sake of truth, I
whipped my dear friends.

Like Zaid ibn Saihon.

And for the sake of truth,
I sent Barzak to his death.

I am amongst you and from you.

I have no purpose in
this world except the truth.

And the most
important question...

Why is the key to heaven
with Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Because the key to Heaven is
with the servant of truth alone.

Every one of you is
Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Because my soul is
connected to yours.

And my soul would die for you.

- Allah Allah.
- Allah Allah.

- Allah Allah.
- Allah Allah.

The history itself is
now witnessing us

as we lay siege
to Iblis's castle.

Any shepherd...

or Bedouin, or any
creature passing through

the land between
us and Almut castle,

gets killed!

Him, his horse, and his flock.

I want Almut castle to
be engulfed with hellfire

and the ones in it.

Either dead

or burned corpses if they
even think about leaving.

And every rebel
head inside the castle

that comes to me,

I'll pay a hundred gold Dinars
to the one who beheads it.

And I don't want
anyone to sleep now.

Everyone get ready.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

What's that over there?

That is the Seljuks' camp.

Seljuks! Long live
Sultan Berkyaruq!

Lower your voice!

Commander Dawud,

we found these two
loitering around the camp.

Both... that simply
you ignorant!

One of them is a poet
from the best poets

in the world, not
only a poet, but also...

A poet, a scholar, and a jurist

and so much more.

Thank you so much for
your words and welcome.

And certainly, by his side
a great personality like him.

- I, my lord...
- Of course of course.

This is Sahban.

One of the major
astronomers and a philosopher.

He has cleansed many minds
and scrubbed off their filth.

Enough...

One could say a mind purifier.

Mind purifier, a
nice expression.

An idiomatic expression,
Commander Maulana.

But this path is very
dangerous and rugged.

As if you came
from Almut Castle.

Only God saved us
from passing by it.

When the shepherds
alerted us to it.

I saw it from a distance
like a mad, devil

spreading out his
ego shadow to the sky.

We ran away as fast
as possible of course.

We found ourselves here, thank God,
in the camp of Sultan Berkyaruq's army.

God is merciful.

Thank God for your safety, and
of course, welcome to our camp.

Please come in.

If the camp wouldn't
move in the morning

to attack the dissenter
Hassan Al-Sabbah,

I'd have offered you the
hospitality you deserve.

Hospitality? My lord, the best thing
you could do is get rid of that madman.

He sits in the castle torturing and
killing, won't you say something, Omar?

He killed his own son, my lord.

Who does he think he is!

Even the scholar sahban
have seen Hassan Sabbah.

It's a metaphor, my lord.

Continue, our scholar Sahban.

It seems...

our leader, didn't pay any...

didn't pay any
attention to Sahban.

I don't understand.

The words spoken by Sahban are the
words of the shepherds by the castle.

They told us many legends, most of
them are lies that are easily debunked.

Few of them are true.

And Sahban...

Sadly, Sahban mixes what
he hears with what he sees.

This is a high rank
in science, wherein...

A scientist arrives after
embarking on extensive learning.

He cannot differentiate
between hearing and seeing.

Between reality and imagination.

That aside...

you are our guests.

Please, head to the tent.

Come with me.

What will this man
do to us in the tent?

The most important thing is not to let
the siege distract us from our mission.

We received a pigeon message
about the death of Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

By a plot from Ibn Al-Mustali.

Who said that?

The news that arrived.

It didn't happen!

Those who killed the believers by the
order of our lord Nizar, peace be upon him

I am the one who sent them myself
to kill him in the world of the hidden.

The pigeon will fly from
our holy castle with the news.

The followers of Hassan Al-Sabbah are
the ones who killed Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

In retaliation for Imam
Nizar, peace be upon him.

Your orders, my lord.

We don't create
myths and legends.

We teach people facts.

Their limited minds
can't reach, Zaid.

Hasan Al-Sabbah kills in both
apparant and hidden, brother.

Because my mission is to deliver
the souls of the disbelievers to hell.

And deliver the believers
the keys to heaven.

You brought us to ruin,
bathroom attendant.

Yes, my tongue slipped.

We need to cut it!

Alright... alright,
just tell me calmly.

- What should I do?
- Play the fool.

Our only chance of survival
is for you to act the fool, got it?

Why am I playing the fool then?

They all hate Hassan Al-Sabbah.

It's in everyone's best
interest that he faces ruin.

But not by my hand, Sahban.

Not by me nor my words.

I won't stoop to his level killing friends
or hand a dagger to someone to do it.

How do you still love him?

I cherish the memories
I had with him.

The days of youth,
the best days of life.

Even if he stabs me,
I won't forget them.

- The commander.
- Play the fool.

Rest, rest, please.

Huh?

Continue, Sahban.

How's the situation
at Almut Fortress

and Hassan Al-Sabbah?

What did the shepherds tell you?

Hassan Al-Sabbah...

his tale is strange.

Whose tale?

Al-Sabbah's.

Well, each one of them...

Has a tale.

Three meters long.

And big black wings.

As soon as I saw him... he flew.

So, I got scared.

What's wrong?

- He is...
- Not a fool.

But when knowledge increases.

It can overwhelm.

Anyway, you all need to rest.

Abdullah.

Guide the guests to rest.

Stay by the entrance of their
tent in case they need anything.

Our master, the siege
will continue for days.

And that is not in the
interest of the castle.

The siege of Berkyaruq, if
it lasts a thousand years...

there will be neither a
victor nor a defeated.

And faith will remain our
weapon that tips the balance.

We are a fortress
with revolutionaries,

and they are a regular army.

What we endure in a year,
they would in many years.

It's not about faith, Barzak.

However the clever mind...

is a part of faith, Zaid.

There will always be competition
and envy among brothers.

Regardless of the apparent
friendliness and purity.

It’s the story of life since
the time of Joseph's brothers.

They reconciled eventually.

The patient one
always wins, Barzak.

And wars aren't just
fought on battlefields.

There are bigger
wars in the sky.

In the sky!

The correspondences
carried by homing pigeons.

And the secrets
contained in those letters,

will be our salvation.

The message's paths in the sky,

will be under our arrow's aim.

"Know, Sanjar, that Berkyaruq
is busy with Almot's castle.

Hassan Al-Sabbah and the road
to Isfahan could be expensive.

When Al-Sabbah's resistance
to the Sultan's army prolongs.

And an indication is
worth a thousand words."

"My brother, Mohamed.

We received your message
and understood the signal.

I'm with you.

Until the siege time when our brother's
soldiers boredom has reached its limit.

Then, not only the
road to Isfahan...

Will be empty.

But the road to the
soldiers' souls who are bored

and longing for their
homes is the greater gain.

We'll gain an entire army ready
to break the siege at any cost."

I don't know how Hassan Al-Sabbah
got hold of the sealed letters' course!

Even my letters to them
for surrender and sending

compulsory reinforcements
have reached them.

Well, my lord, how shall
we act in the castle's siege?

Write what I'll order.

And my message shall reach the
army besieging Hassan Al-Sabbah.

In a knight's hand before dawn.

In a knight's hand!

Dove's wings are no
longer safe, Taj Al-Din.

There are demons in the
sky that outrun pigeons.

My commander, may God
reward you for our Sultan.

"To the army under
Sultan Berkyaruq,

return to the country immediately
upon receiving the royal message."

What does this mean?

The higher orders have
been made for implementation.

And the justifications are
related to the royal court.

Obedience to the
Sultan is mandatory.

And us?

What about waiting, shipping,
and the blood boiling in our veins?

Commander Dawood, say
only one thing to cool us down,

what's happening
is unbelievable.

All I can tell you is that you
might put yourself to death.

Not complying with
orders is treason.

- Then I have the honor to be a traitor.
- Soliman!

Yahya, Soliman, and Tayfur.

They are esoterics traitors!

Catch them.

Catch the traitors.

Catch them.

Traitors!

Commander Dawood, I have a plan.

I'll enter the
castle as a traitor.

Traitors!

Esoteric among
you and a traitor.

And I enter the castle
pleading for help.

If I declare your treachery,

you might die from us
before entering the castle.

That's my problem.

Please.

I want a real pursuit
from our soldiers,

and try to kill me.

Really! Try to
kill me genuinely!

Surely Hassan Al-Sabbah
has traitors among us.

Get out, announce to the
remaining that I'm a traitor.

- Consider us two traitors?
- No.

- I want to be alone.
- Three!

Brothers till death.

We've gotten far off.