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THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

Come on now.

It is time to fly back home.

Come on.

Come on, we should pray before time runs out, fellow.

What's this now?

Slow down.

Be careful. Gently.

Slow.

Wife, make some tarhana soup for him. Nice and hot.

What happened, my Sheikh?

Whatever is in his fate…

has happened.

Father, father, he's gone!

-He got up and left, father, he left! -Wait, my dear, calm down.

Do not rush your words.

Yunus Efendi got up and left, father.

Where did he go?

Ismail!

Ismail!

Why are you shouting?

Are you setting a trap again?

No, no trap. I was sleeping in the shade.

Stop!

I cannot carry you!

-Come on, we're going. -I won't go.

-I said come on. -Where are we going?

-To the lodge. -I won't go.

-What will I do in the lodge? -Come here, walk on!

-I said I won't go. -Come on, we need to pack.

Even though the public doesn’t appreciate it...

all our efforts are for them, my sheikh.

But even babies understand...

that our country is going through very difficult times.

As this duty is given to us…

the craftsmen in their shop, farmers in the field…

herders herding sheep should find peace.

What I mean is...

for all these jobs I need...

an advisor who is wise and clever.

-Peace be upon you. -And upon you.

Don’t tire yourself, Yunus Efendi. Come, sit here.

Thank you, Hanim Ana.

I’m fine.

Doesn’t anyone want to get to know Ismail Efendi?

Of course, we do. Welcome, Ismail.

Thank you, Hanim Ana.

Welcome, Ismail.

Stop, don't.

Am I that old?

Wife, is there hot water in the cauldron?

-Yes. -Good, good.

Then we should wash Ismail Efendi.

No, I don’t want to. I've recently swum!

Where did you swim?

In the creek.

Didn't I swim? Come on, tell them.

Ismail Efendi is travelling...

now in the sky, now under the sea.

Good for him.

We've heard a child's voice in our home at this age.

Why would we complain?

Our Prophet says that...

the sound of children and the sound of rain...

remind you of God.

You’ve heard of the mayor.

You mean Candaroglu Argun Bey?

We care about the office he represents.

Whoever sits in the office is the mayor.

I will get to the point. He came for a visit.

I don't know why he asked such a favour...

but he wants an advisor.

I've thought about it...

and decided that you are the most competent for this job.

Early in the morning…

…you'll go to Candaroglu mansion...

and start your duty.

-Welcome, Bacim. -Thank you, Zahide.

Come, come here.

Aygul, go to the kitchen.

See what Ummu Hatun is cooking. Tell her that we have a guest.

-As you wish. -Stop.

Don't bother anyone for me.

What do you mean?

My dear sister has come to my mansion for the first time.

You are a guest in Candaroglu mansion...

and you think the servants will be bothered?

Alright. Let them be. It’s not a problem for me.

You have a visitor, sir.

Who?

His name is Yunus Efendi, sir. He said you were waiting for him.

Tell him to come in.

Let's see who this Yunus Efendi is.

JOURNEY OF LOVE

You!

But…

how?

How can this be?

You…

…came to kill me!

And in my own mansion, huh!

Guards!

-Mayor. -Sari Efendi.

You are mistaken, sir, I'm here at my sheikh's request.

Tapduk Emre ordered me to come.

What are you waiting for, Sari, attack!

Our enemy…

comes to our mansion…

and the guards are resting merrily, Sari.

Don't do this, sir.

I am neither friend nor foe!

My sheikh sent me here, so I came.

I still cannot believe my eyes, you really surprised me.

-I thought you'd be happy to see me. -Don't I look happy?

Of course, we visit the ones who visit us.

Of course, sure. You've only come once in three years.

Your visit has really surprised me.

Do not tell me...

that it's about the fortune-teller!

Meryem Hatun?

No, why should it be about her?

I don’t know.

Maybe, the things she said came true and you wanted to tell me.

If our future depends on a fortuneteller, we are hopeless.

Good, you convinced me.

-Then you came to see me. -Didn't you tell me to come?

I always do though.

-Did you like my curtains? -Yes, very classy.

They came from Baghdad.

But it's very expensive.

Do you want to look around the mansion while waiting for the food?

Sure.

So you say the sheikh sent you.

Why should I believe you?

Why?

Why should I believe you? Come on, say it!

You're free to believe what you like, sir, it's your decision.

But coming here was not my decision, only my duty.

What if your duty is to kill me?

How can I be sure of this?

As I have told you, I am not your enemy...

or your friend.

My sheikh told me to go, so I came.

He orders me to go, I do, he orders me to return, I do.

Stop, stop!

Take him away!

Go on!

You are free to believe me or not. But even if you don't, it's the truth.

Everyone knows that Meryem Hatun foresees the future most accurately.

Well, I suppose the one you expect hasn't still come.

Let me go, let go!

Don't talk, walk!

There's no unrest, inshallah.

I get surprised when there is no unrest.

Well?

Aren't you going to tell?

Who are you waiting for?

Should Meryem Hatun say that as well?

You're so prying!

Says who! You're so secretive.

The ones you throw in dungeon...

come to our post, Sari!

When it comes to being killed and killing...

I have been there and done that, sir.

I have no excuse or an explanation.

Do with me what you will.

Cut off my head.

Or...

…let me…

…finish off this task then come back here.

Slow down!

What if…

he's really the advisor the sheikh has sent us?

How can that be, sir?

This man is an ignorant villager.

A farmer!

A man to be killed resurrects and it doesn't surprise you...

but you're surprised about this, Sari?

Not at all, sir.

Sari's limited wisdom is even astonished by a little thing.

I am sorry, sir.

Go to Tapduk Emre's lodge at once.

Go and confirm whether this man was sent by the sheikh.

As you wish, sir.

Welcome, sir.

Where to? If you are free, let's shoot some arrows.

Another time, sir, I need to go to Tapduk Emre's lodge.

What business do you have with the lodge?

A man came, sir, he said something.

Our mayor told me to go and confirm the situation.

With your permission, sir.

The incompetents become the mayors...

and those mayors…

want to rule the lodges.

Let us cover it, Fellow Ali. Help us, Gungor Efendi.

-Of course, master. -Let's cover it up.

With your permission.

May God help you, friends.

Ismail, my dear.

Come here, come.

They wake us up before the prayer but you sleep until noon.

How do you know that I sleep?

If I were a sheikh, I'd sleep till the evening.

Oh, who would dare!

We're covering it up in case it rains, my sheikh.

I hope it doesn't rain.

We pray for rain, Ali Taygu.

Don't you worry.

No harm can be done if you take precautions.

Look.

We still have the wheat, Kasim.

That's right, sheikh, there's a lot of demand.

But we are working so that no one's labour is wasted.

Alright then, may it be prosperous.

What do our they say?

Do not ever tie a knot which you can't untie.

Where is your friend, little man?

You mean Yunus?

His friend went to Candaroglu mansion.

From now on he will be the mayor's advisor.

And my dear Ismail will be my advisor from now on.

My sheikh.

If you don't have any other orders…

I will go to the market and see the crop traders.

Let us see what price they are giving today.

Go on then.

We need to do the best for our fellow villagers.

I only wish...

that my sister should always be happy.

That she never worries about poverty.

And there's only one way to do this.

A rich husband.

Welcome.

I am sorry, we entered without permission.

Not at all.

Thank you, Argun Bey.

Zahide did not mention that you would be here.

She wanted to surprise us by coming without notice.

How is Sheikh Effendi? I hope that he is fine.

Thank God.

It's just his eyes.

We suggested a doctor during our visit...

but he said that he didn't have any complaints.

He doesn't like to be a burden to anyone or complain.

How did you come here?

If you had informed us, we could have sent a carriage.

Thank you, but a dervish from the lodge accompanied me here.

You're free to believe what you like, sir, it's your decision.

But coming here was not my decision, only my duty.

I am not your enemy or your friend. My Sheikh told me to go, so I came.

Wait here, Kasim Efendi.

Peace be upon you, uncle.

And upon you, Nephew Kasim.

If you have time, I'd like to have a word with you.

We can't wait to hear what you have to say.

I suppose Yunus Efendi is here as well.

He brought silverware with him, may God forgive.

He thinks he treats our sheikh well.

Our sheikh didn't accept the presents he brought.

One thinks that everyone is like him. And he treats them accordingly.

But is one's every thought correct?

How could he know?

To the sages, mud can turn to gold and gold to mud if needed.

It was obvious from the way he went.

He was steaming through his nose like a stallion on a cold day.

You have to have manners, Saruhan Efendi, yes, you do.

If you don't know how to enter there, you won't know how to get out.

I say these eyes have seen so much.

Well, even if I hadn't seen with my eyes, I'd have believed it.

I have seen so many viziers come out of this door without a caftan…

so many qadis come out without their robes, fellow.

Argun Bey, I respect your administration and decisions.

But this is a professional issue concerning buying and selling.

The rules and ways are written in the religious law.

Only the cadi can set a price.

It's a fact that you know these things much better than us commoners.

Even the Seljuk's farmers have become philosophers…

but the Sultan seems unaware.

But how can this be?

What connection does this man have with our sheikh?

You are right to think so, uncle.

It had been over a year since he left the lodge, then...

Do not state the obvious!

Say what you came here to say.

Yunus is not a subject fit to serve you, uncle.

His nature is not fit to serve you or anyone.

You need obedient subjects, uncle.

Obedient subjects who'd obey your every order.

You see...

Yunus Efendi is not very fond of taking orders.

Those who can, do the job, those who can't, teach.

Do not teach us our job, nephew.

Does the sheikh know about the things we did to him?

No.

Didn't he tell?

He wouldn't.

Yunus is tight-lipped.

Even stones start to talk at insistence…

but he won't.

If there's nothing else for you to say…

-Forgive me, uncle, but… -Seal your lips.

Let us just observe the situation for now.

You too.

Let us hear a few warm words from our sheikh's mouth…

so that we can say our nephew Kasim has managed to warm up…

the coldness in our sheikh's heart against us.

They say this tone of blue can be found only in Tashkent

I wish there was more.

It didn't use to be so hard to find goods in the past.

Now we have to wait for caravans.

You are right.

You cannot find a single roll of silk in the whole market.

"Is it possible to find silk in Nallihan?" say all the womenfolk.

Shall we go out to the garden while the table is being set?

Alright.

That's it. Cheer up.

Look, you have everything.

Fields, gardens, silk, silver.

What do you lack that makes you sad?

H'm?

Most of the time…

I remember the days when we were in the lodge.

Hmm.

People are like this.

They even get bored of silverware…

and ask for a copper bowl.

Well, you're waiting for a prince.

You'll also have silverware and silk.

Oh, God! Don't you know any other subject?

What is your real intention?

Why did you come to the mansion?

Do they teach you to keep quiet in the lodge?

They don't teach you how to read and write.

Are you literate?

But you don't need it, right?

As illiterate men, you saved the Seljuk Empire from the Mongols…

now it's time to deal with Candaroglu. Is that so?

We know what lodges do.

Your trust, position, even your life means nothing to them.

Good.

You're not deaf.

You can't trust the deaf.

Kasim Efendi.

-Welcome, Kasim Efendi. -Thank you, Lady Zahide.

If you'll excuse me.

I came here...

with Yunus Efendi.

I'm not sure if my father said you'd be here.

Did my father send you as well?

No, it was unplanned.

I couldn't inform my sheikh.

Well, he shouldn't know.

That's why I said I couldn't inform him.

A journey is full of surprises.

I went out to the market…

but I found myself in my uncle's...

or in the fortuneteller's…

house.

I mean…

have a good day, then.

So it's Molla Kasim Efendi.

What are you saying?

You cannot deny it anymore.

Do I really need to swear?

Fine, they say dervish pudding tastes well.

Here you go again.

Come to your senses, girl. In these times a woman needs a rich man.

You are my flesh and soul.

I'd be very sad if you are ever in need.

Who are you to interrogate my guest?

Didn't I tell you to stay away from my affairs?

Get out!

All the jobs you couldn't do and even made worse…

will be set straight by Yunus Efendi from now on.

From now on, Yunus Efendi is my advisor.

He will be obeyed in all Candaroglu lands.

We have a nice plum compote as well.

Thank you, I should go soon.

I think you should stay over.

Sari Aga will send someone…

to inform my father.

No. It would not be suitable.

I can go back with Yunus Efendi.

-The dervish who accompanied you? -Yes.

But he will stay here from now on.

In the mansion.

What for?

When Argun Bey came to the lodge to ask for an advisor...

my father suggested Yunus Efendi.

Administrative duties as well as physical duties.

From the running of the stables…

to the order of the markets.

Any issue that concerns the public…

our administration's all political contacts with the capital Konya…

and all special duties we will assign you.

So...

may it be prosperous for you and for us, Yunus Efendi.

From now on your word is my word, your action is my action.

Show Yunus Efendi his room, then take him to the guest room.

He is a deaf mute.

But Celal knows everything by heart.

Don't let him bother.

After I finish my job, whatever the time is, I'll go to the lodge.

Suit yourself, Yunus Efendi.

At least be our guest tonight.

Thank you, I'll go to the lodge.

You see, I need to accompany my sheikh's daughter.

-Then, let them take you back. -Please do not bother.

Suit yourself then.

Well...

we expect you to be in your office tomorrow morning.

We'd like to give you a duty.

A very important one.

I have confirmed it, sir.

Tapduk Emre sent him.

You're the only one in the mansion who doesn't know this, Sari.

-What about a carriage? -No need, thank you.

I'll go with Yunus Efendi.

He's coming now.

He's a dervish and an advisor.

We might arrange him a carriage but...

"The dervish walks," says my sheikh father.

I know, that's why I said 'but'.

I am done here, Bacim Sultan. If you're available...

I am, Yunus Efendi.

Zahide Hatun is Argun Bey's wife.

And Yunus Efendi…

I'll be assisting Argun Bey in his affairs, inshallah.

Yes, he was looking for an advisor.

-May it be fortunate for everyone. -Inshallah.

Let us be on our way.

May God be with you.

What?

I heard that you hired an advisor.

Yes, but why is this surprising?

Well, it's not. But I wondered…

who doesn't do their job properly so that you need an advisor?

Is Sahin crying to his stepmother now?

Saying that I took his pacifier away?

It was a necessity and you found this solution suitable.

Just so that Sahin doesn't get upset…

Just so that my son doesn't feel bad, are we to stop managing our property?

Will we leave all this property to the wind?

Now, don't you worry about these things. These are men's job.

It does not concern women.

Do not see Zahide Hatun as an outsider. She's my sister.

She lived with us all her life. Until she got married.

-I know everyone in the mansion. -True.

On top of that, today...

when she saw me suddenly after so long, she was surprised.

-May you have a good day. -All of us.

If you have time, let's chat a bit, fellow.

What do you want to know, fellow?

Where have you been?

My job finished a bit late.

I got bored to death beside the old man.

It's not nice for a man to talk like that.

What do they say? A man grows in a man's shadow.

You enjoy your time with our sheikh.

I'll spend some time with Ismail, fellow.

Who is it?

May I come in?

Come on in.

Why are you so sad and anxious?

Oh, well!

I am a dervish.

So I need to look on the bright side.

What's the bad thing happening to you?

My father shares his pillow…

but not his secrets.

He got himself an advisor.

So he's found one.

So he shares.

He wouldn't seek my approval.

Why do you criticise me?

First, we should see who he is.

What he can do.

My husband is quite picky about his advisor.

He must be quite an intelligent dervish.

Is he a dervish?

Did our mayor hire a dervish as an advisor?

Where is Ismail Efendi?

Come near.

Come here, Ismail, my dear, come.

Ismail Efendi does not like our sermons.

-Should I have lied? -Don't get angry.

What about me? Was I to lie?

You said you didn't like them and I just repeated your words.

Well, then.

If you don't like them, I won't talk. You're not charged, after all.

Have I told you not to talk? Am I to blame now?

You don't like my sermons so you don't want me to talk...

and you also look for someone to blame?

When did want you not to talk?

But you should talk nicely then.

What kind of a sermon would be nice for you?

-Tell us that. -I like it if there's a story.

Well, I'll tell a story then.

If Ismail wants it like that, I will be honoured.

Now I want to listen!

-It is a bit late. -Sahin is very sad.

So he is very sad.

Who are you telling?

Sahin's existence is a sadness for me.

He is a different person than you.

How can you expect him to be like you?

His character is not like yours.

Like it or not, that is the reality.

There are a lot of jobs on my property for those who want to work.

He does not care for them.

But management isn't Sahin's cup of tea.

Obviously, Yunus Efendi knows how to manage.

He knows logic and to retain law and order.

These are important merits.

What's more important is that…

these are not the subject of our conversation.

Let us hope that he does not fall short of your expectations.

If that is your decision…

Sahin will accept the reality in the end.

When the morning comes, we will give him his first duty.

We will see whether he is as good as we hope or not.

If that is the case, fellow Ismail…

shall I tell you the tale of Sultan Ibrahim ibn Adham?

Okay then, if it's good.

Good would be explaining the issue with a story.

Now you want the story to be good as well.

What do you call a good story?

If it sticks in my mind, then it has a meaning.

Aren't you something?

We agree on this matter.

It's the meaning which is important in a story.

That is why there isn't a tale without a moral.

The rest is only empty talk.

Ibrahim ibn Adham…

was the son of the Sultan of Balkh.

Time has passed and eventually he became the new Sultan.

But behind the curtain, what happens and what gets killed?

How could Sultan Ibrahim Adham know?

He was rich, he liked shopping.

He liked to eat, share food, give big feasts, hunting…

purebred horses, gold, silver, whatever was worldly…

he had a passion for it.

Whatever was on his mind, he thought he was powerful enough to realise.

But actually, it was Someone Else who made it happen or killed.

If my Aynali fellow were here…

he'd whisper in your ear The One Who makes it happen and kills.

The Sultan lacked for nothing. Even his deficiencies were complete.

But he had a hole inside him.

A black hole that was getting deeper in time.

He felt more depressed as days passed.

One day he gave a big feast in his palace.

Suddenly a large, gigantic man came along.

None of the soldiers or servants had the courage to ask him…

who he was and what he was doing here.

Ibrahim Adham asked, "What do you want?"

The man replied, "I'd like to stay in this inn."

Ibrahim Adham looked at him suspiciously thinking he was mad.

He turned to the man and said, "Are you mad? Is this an inn?"

"Don't you see that this is my palace?"

The gigantic man looked at him for a while and then…

started laughing.

"Says the man who is the real mad!"

"Okay, let it be a palace, not an inn."

"Okay, but how can it be yours?"

"It was left to me by my father," said Ibrahim Adham cynically.

He was mocking him.

The man said, "well, then..."

"tell me, whose was it before your father?"

"My grandfather's." "Before him?"

"It belonged to some guy," said Sultan Ibrahim.

"What about before that some guy?"

"It was left to him from his father." "What about before him?"

"It belonged to some other guy."

"Good, then," said that man, "good."

"Tell me, what happened to them, where are they now?"

"They're dead," said Ibrahim Adham.

"Well, how can this be your palace…"

"with so many owners coming and going?"

Ibrahim Adham was bewildered.

The strange guy said those words and left quickly.

Ibrahim Adham went after him.

He caught up and asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one in the sky, on the land and in the sea."

"I am Khidr," he said.

Well, if awakening time has come…

someone will have to wake you.

For some, it may be Khidr, for some, a bird.

For some, a blade of grass, for some, a blossoming flower.

For some, running water, for some, a mute stone.

From that day on, the black hole in Ibrahim Adham’s chest grew and grew.

It became an unstoppable and unbearable weight for him to carry.

A time came and he left his crown and throne…

gave his robe to a shepherd…

and went on a road through the desert.

What do they say?

This road is thin, sharper than a sword.

Some go on this road leaving crowns and thrones behind…

some go on the road for a crown and throne.

Then what does Ibrahim Adham's story tell us?

Even if you drink it from a golden cup, all you drink is a cup of water.

If gold itself were valuable…

He would have created the whole universe from gold.

It is not important to Him.

So what is this effort for things that you can't take with you?

Look, a big problem we have because we couldn't sell wheat.

What is this fuss for things you will never own?

If you accumulate the things you can't own, they start to own you.

You become their subjects.

What makes you love this world so much that you decide to be its subject?

But please know that you can't be a subject of the world.

Those who worship the world are called creatures.

Who worship the world are creatures, who worship God are subjects.

This is what Ibrahim Adham tells us with this tale.

Going on the road is becoming a subject.

Going on the road is being saved from being a creature.

Then what happened, tell us that as well.

-To whom? -To Ibrahim Adham.

After he sets on a desert.

It is late now, I'll tell it at another time.

-Promise? -Promise.

You can't mess with him.

It's as if he is not a child, but Nasreddin Hodja!

I hope the orphan's smile never fades, inshallah.

Wow! Ibrahim Adham was a very big man.

You also resigned as a cadi to become a dervish.

Just like him.

If you could fly to heaven by only resigning...

you couldn't find a sultan in a palace.

You can't become big by following the paths of big men…

but you will have companions.

Wouldn't you like to have a companion like Ibrahim Adham?

Who wouldn't? He was a Sultan. Didn't you listen to the sheikh?

Peace be upon you.

And upon you, Kasim Efendi.

If you're available, I'd like to have a word or two with you.

I heard that you became…

an advisor to my uncle, Yunus Efendi.

It isn't my decision.

Our sheikh requested it.

I'm of course not mindless enough to oppose our sheikh's decisions.

Obedience is a virtue.

But if you went to our sheikh and asked for duty in the lodge…

he'd assign you one.

Our shoulders aren't strong enough to carry all this weight alone, fellow.

Kasim Efendi, you say that obedience is a virtue…

then you ask me to oppose his decision and ask for duty in the lodge.

If you said this to a stupid man…

even he would be offended.

Even my good intentions are taken as evil ones.

Why don't you tell me my fault?

Not at all. What fault, Kasim Efendi?

The fault is in the eye of the beholder.

Our religion orders to cover it, not see it.

Of course, it does, of course.

Getting up early stresses the body…

these days.

Then, let the future hold good things for everyone, fellow.

Life made you dhikr "I do not know," a few days ago…

but now it sends you to a huge mansion...

as a knowledgeable advisor.

You say you're familiar with this kind of things, eh?

Who taught you Sharia Law in Karatay?

Master Semseddin Mardini.

Not the first time you've said you're knowledgeable about it.

Yes, I am.

I would like to assign a new task to you, Yunus.

I think you're the only eligible one to do this task in our lodge.

From now on, you'll say, 'I do not know'.

Whatever they ask you...

just say, 'I do not know'.

Whoever wants to hear your opinion...

…about anything, say, 'I do not know'. Keep on saying that.

As dhikr is obligatory for a disciple...

from now on, to say 'I do not know' is obligatory for you.

What does the big guy say?

Shame on you.

-Why do you call him the big guy? -Look, you said the same thing.

I did, yes.

I can say it, I do say it but you can't.

I did, yes, I can, but you can't.

-Is there anything else, mother? -No, my dear.

Come on, go to your room and sleep.

Father, if you give permission, I'd like to go to Zahide tomorrow.

As I grow older every day seems like the same.

My daughter...

didn't you go to Zahide today?

-I did, father. -Well?

When you perch on the same branch for two days…

they'd think that you don't have a home.

Well, we...she will show me some patterns...

of embroidery that she got from Bukhara.

If we are all here…

we can start our chant.

May your sacred Friday be propitious. May the good be victorious.

May the bad be defeated. May the deniers see the truth.

May our words be superior. May our breath find life.

May our swords be sharp. May our trade be prosperous.

God, His believers, the 12 Imams…

the 14 innocent may always find Your grace.

96000 Horasan soldiers…

57000 Anatolian allies…

may help us in this world…

and the next.

May our master, our fellow the Great Hadji Bektash Veli…

may God bless his soul…

be our watchman in this world and the next.

May Allah never make us depend on cowards…

and even on the brave.

May God never make us submit ourselves and seek help from others.

God, His believers…

may make us consistent even in our confessions.

Follower of our Prophet, the carrier of the divine secret…

our master, our fellow, Hadji Bektash Veli!

For threes, sevens, forties, world creatures…

and other beings, friends of lovers...

for Mohammed and Ali...

say Hu!

God!

-God, o friend. -God.

-Peace be upon you, friends. -And upon you.

Not at all. You have the same.

Welcome, my sheikh. You've lit us up before the sun rose.

With your permission, the ahis should open their shops.

Of course, fellows.

Workers to their work, cooks to their food.

First sale from a friend, prosperity from God.

How are you, Sergeant Zeki?

-I'm in need of your himmah, my sheikh. -Don’t say that.

I am the one in need.

Kasim Efendi said that we couldn't agree on the price.

Not at all, my sheikh, whatever you say is the price.

In the Nallihan Market all grain traders think the same.

-Right, Sergeant Salih? -Yes, my sheikh.

-Whatever you say is the price. -Why?

Am I a cadi?

Setting grain prices must be his jurisdiction.

Did Kasim Efendi not ask you, Sergeant Salih?

He did not come, my sheikh.

Well, then.

Good.

Alright, friends, may you have a prosperous day.

Please sit down, let us treat you to a drink, my sheikh.

Thank you, Fellow Mesud.

Come on, tell me, how is the market these days?

Tell me about the ahis' problems.

The market is a bit rocky these days, my sheikh.

If you ask me why…

the reason is obvious actually.

-May you have a good day, ma'am. -You too, Aygul.

-Is the table ready? -Yes, ma'am.

Is the master in the house?

He is, ma'am, he's waiting for you for breakfast.

He cannot even find the time to sleep anymore.

-Is there anyone beside him? -He is alone, ma'am.

Is the advisor not here?

-What was his name again? -Yunus Efendi.

Mashallah!

Not difficult to guess who my servants are gossipping about!

Has Yunus Efendi not arrived yet?

Yunus, son of Abdullah.

Cadi of Nallihan.

You shall always rule with justice.

We are obliged to balance the scales of justice, gentlemen.

-Welcome, Yunus Efendi. -Thank you, sir.

The meeting room is the best room in the mansion.

Many consultations and decisions have been made in this room.

A lot of death sentences were taken...

many good decisions were taken, all in this room.

A carpenter from Antalya did the decorations.

Well, not that I know, just a legend.

Yunus Efendi.

Today is your first day on duty.

We would like to give you a job in the rural area.

Every place can be rural to some other place.

Please tell me.

What is my duty?

Each one contains 1000 gold coins.

No one should know about it.

Even Sari Aga should be in the dark.

The stable boys shall ready the horse you like best.

Go to Muratli, find Bahsisli Ibrahim Aga's house…

and deliver the gold to him.

But be careful.

That gold is equivalent to the tax collected in a month.

Without informing anyone…

go to the old Ibrahim Aga, find him and deliver the gold.

-Won't you ask the reason? -I won't, if you don't mind, sir.

Fine.

All right, then.

Have a nice journey.

You may go anytime you like.