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Almost 800 years ago,

a military genius
came out of Mongolia
to conquer half a world.

He was the son of Yesugei,
leader of a small nomad tribe.

This man of destiny,
riding beside me
as a young boy,

was called Temujin,

born to rule as the prince
of conquerors, Genghis Khan.

Temujin! Temujin!

I wanted you alive,
Yesugei.

I wanted the chieftains of
the other tribes to learn
how Jamuga of the Merkits

punishes those
who trespass on
his grazing lands.

Harness the horses!

Stay your hand!

Hear my words,
Lord Jamuga.

It has been written
in the stars

that the man who takes
the life of Yesugei's
son shall die,

and die quickly,
and by his own sword.

See for yourself,
mighty lord.

'Tis the mark of blood.

What is he called?

Temujin.

"Man of iron."

Then I shall spare him,

so that he may
witness the death
I give his father now.

Temujin!

From this day on,
you will wear a collar.

I will have a chang made
to put around your neck.

Oh! Oh, no!
Oh, get my ball,
please. My ball! Oh!

Come away from him,
sister.

What harm has the
young man done

that he should have
to wear a chang?

You've heard
Jamuga's orders,
so leave him.

Besides,
his father was an enemy
of our tribe, also.

Now come away.

What are you called?

Temujin.

Why have they put
that cruel yoke
around your neck?

What are you called?

Bortei.

You will return
to the camp, Princess.
Go with your brothers.

I take no orders
from you, Jamuga.

As you say, Bortei,
not yet.

Dogs must be taught
to stay in place.

Sengal.

Give me that.

Now then, man of iron.

Down! Down!

Down! Down!

The Lord Jamuga's brave
when a man is yoked.

Kuchluk.

After him, after him!

Temujin!

Temujin!

Geen!

Father Geen!

How did you find me?

I consulted the stars
and my...

Hmm?

Besides,
Sengal showed me.

Sengal?

If he was able to talk,

he'd tell you that
he will be with us
from now on.

You may be chieftain
of the smallest tribe
of the Mongols,

but at least
it's a start.

It's a good start.

This could house an army.
How safe are we?

The Merkits think that
only spirits and ghosts
could live up this high.

As long as they continue
to believe that,
we are safe.

When they discover the
truth, where do we go?

East or west?

When that time does come,
you will decide.

But this may help you.

Our world is like
three great circles.

Here, to the west,

Samarkand and Bukhara,
the lands of the Persians.

Rich nations who trade
with the white-skinned
Christians

from beyond the desert.

And here,
to the East?

I have not traveled
east of the mountains,

but I have talked
with merchants
from the caravans,

and they have told me
of the great walls,

and beyond them,
of the kingdom of China.

A land of great cities,
where people dress in silks.

Even the men.

And where the merchants
go in search of spices
and rare woods

from the nations
beyond the Eastern seas.

And here, in the center?

A barren, empty circle
where only Mongols live.

Why should it be barren
and empty when it lies
in the heartland,

between the rich west
and the richer east?

Because the tribes like
the Merkits, the Salkits,
the Tanguts and others

are too busy fighting
amongst themselves,
that's why.

But if they joined together?

The only time that
Mongols are joined
together is in death.

You know what you said about
this being the smallest
tribe in existence.

It would be
difficult for it
to be much smaller.

Then we must
make it larger.

Merkits.

What tribe are you?

Salkits.

Now shall we see if
the spirits of the wind
are for us or against us.

These men,
they look like Salkits!

Perhaps because
they are Salkits.

Salkits?
Riding with you?

Yes, the Salkits
and the Yesugei,
together.

Over there,
Lord Temujin,

is the caravan road
to Tashkent.

In the old days,
many battles were
fought over it.

But so many of
the slaves were killed,
there was so little profit.

So, the Treaty of
the Slave Trail
was signed.

A treaty?

The Shah of Khwarezm
imposed a truce.

All have sworn to it.
All observe it.

No warrior is permitted
to carry arms here.

Good! Then we
can take our pick
without fighting.

Hmm?

You do not
understand, Temujin.
A truce was signed.

I did not sign it.

The slaves did not sign it.
But...

Will there be women
among the slaves?

Yes, Lord.
Good.

My men have horses and
weapons, but no women.

How long do you think
they will stay
without women?

How long will you?

What is the meaning
of this?

The slave caravan is under
the protection of the Shah
of Khwarezm himself.

Convey the thanks
of Lord Temujin
to the Shah.

Temujin?

Temujin!

Katke!

My lord! I thank
the four winds
you found me.

Jamuga was
selling me
for a slave.

Somehow I don't
see you as a slave.

In any case,
you're free now.
You're all free.

Free?

I said you are all
free, my sisters,

to continue
with this caravan,

or to ride with my men
back to our camp.

You give them
a choice? Women?

Sengal,
strike the fetters
off these slaves.

This truce has lasted
100 years, barbarian!

The Shah will have
your head spiked
on the city walls.

Once you're dead,
do you really
think it matters?

Safe journey to Tashkent,
and give our thanks
to the Shah!

A miracle!
A miracle!

Oh, thank you.

But if you want to
prove your gratitude,
give me this woman, huh?

- But she's my wife!
- Oh, take another!

Go on and
take another woman!
I give you a horse.

I give you two horses.

No, friend Shan,
no woman will be
taken against her will.

But, Lord,
that's what
women are for.

And besides,
the best have
already been taken.

A wise man
does not judge a horse
by its saddle markings.

Come, I will
choose for you.

Come.

Hey, do you want
a husband, Katke?

That?

That's settled, then.
May you have many sons.

It's about time
you, too, my lord,
had thoughts of sons.

The thoughts
I've had in my mind are
not for a holy man as you.

Give me time.

Take this and be careful.

Temujin!

Katke!

Bring food and clothes
to the Princess.

Prepare another tent
for me while I wash.

Wash?

The Lord Temujin,
my lady.

Stay, woman.
I did not tell you to go.

That was stupid of you.

You do not seem
like a stupid woman.

I am not a stupid woman.

And what did I do
that you thought
stupid?

You gave an order
that was bound to
be overruled.

The master who
feeds his dog

does not expect him to
answer to the whistle
of any stranger.

I might have
thought it of you.

You treat those who
serve you as dogs.

Not Katke.
She brought me
up as a child.

She did not
boast about that,
I promise you.

My lady, anyone else
listening to us now

would imagine that
you were trying to
provoke a fight.

But it always needs two
to make a quarrel.

Not with me it doesn't!

I like a horse with spirit.

Horses, dogs, animals,
all you ever think of?

I can see that was
a stupid question.

But if it please you,
now that you are here,

say what it is
you came to say.

I have said what
I came to say,
but for this.

Deep in my heart if I
search for the truth,

I must also say that
what drove me most
to do what I did

was the thought
of the rage and anger
I have brought to Jamuga.

To steal in the night
the woman he had
chosen to marry.

Outcast! Slave!

Soon you'll be back
in a wooden yoke.

For, born a slave,
you'll die a slave!

Born a slave I never was!

Born to rule the Yesugei
was always in my stars.

And not only one tribe,
but people of many tribes
were destined to follow me,

to fight my battles,
conquer nations.

All this was in my stars.

You...

You, woman,

dare provoke
my anger.

No!

A hand is the first thing
one gives to another.

If I... If I wasn't
so ugly-looking

with all these tears,

I'd know what to
say to you next.

But...

I am ugly-looking,
then.

You didn't
disagree with me.
You see? You see?

You talk too much, woman.

You never give me
a chance to say
anything.

My brothers always
say that, too.

His camp must be near.
He knows our every move.

And we know
nothing of his.

His men appear
from nowhere

and they disappear
like ghosts.

Ghosts who will bleed
like any ordinary man

when they feel
the headman's ax.

As some of you may do,

if you don't bring
her back, and soon.

To have her stolen
out of my own camp,

and from under the noses
of all of you.

From under the noses
of her brothers.

Her brothers.

This is my eldest
brother, Subodai.

And Jebai,
and Kassar.

My lord Temujin.

My lord and
my husband.

No one followed you?

We saw nothing but the
stars, heard nothing but
the rush of the waterfall.

Despite the poetry,
I'm glad to see you
back.

And you, my friends,
you are welcome.

And grateful, Lord.

Ready to serve you,
Lord.

Subodai, you have
nothing to say?

Only this.
The holy man, he lies.

You said?

I saw something
as we climbed
the mountainside.

A glow against the sky.

Your fires are
banked too high.

Geen.

Prepare to move out.

Leave all the carts
but one.

Move on to the east road
beyond Jamuga's camp
and wait there.

Bortei!

Bortei!

Bortei!

Temujin!

Back, back.

See to her.

Time is on our side.

It will be hours
before Jamuga can
reach the sky camp.

He'll have Merkits
from the lakes to the
plains riding to join him.

Who can travel faster,
a horse that needs
little to eat,

or 100 who must
forage wide?

Where do we go?

East. We will be
across the river
before dawn.

Lord, there is man's
work outside. Leave
her with me.

Bortei.

I have shamed you
before all men.

Jamuga.

I begged him
to kill me.

When do we
rest, Lord?

Not before we are
certain Jamuga's
given up the chase.

Then let us
stop and fight.

I will say when it
is time to fight,
and not before.

But how long
do we keep going
east, my lord?

All through
the winter,

and if necessary,
through next winter.

If we keep heading east,

we could end up in a land
where I've heard
they eat dogs.

Or it might have
been people.

According to Geen,
it is a land of
great wealth.

A vast empire built
on knowledge and...

We must have knowledge.

Greetings, friends.

And to you,
greetings, warriors.

I am Kam Ling,
ambassador of the
emperor to the Indias,

returning to our
court in Peking.

Returning, as you
see, is a figure
of speech.

It seems you travel
without much luck.

First our Manchurian
guard deserted us,

then the wheel of
our cart broke.

Then our driver
stole our horses,

and the cattle,
tiring of our company,
followed after them.

One might say that
the winds of fortune are
blowing somewhat coldly.

You are in
dangerous country.

We have heard
of one Temujin
and his horsemen,

fierce, violent men.

We have no fear
for our lives.

We bear letters
from our emperor.

It would be far more
profitable to hold us to
ransom than to murder us.

Why talk of ransom
and murder? Sengal!

Show them we
mean no harm.

Up!

We are grateful.

If you would tell us
what gold you require
for your services.

Gold, my lord?
I'm not a merchant.

You overwhelm me.

One last kindness
we must beg of you.

A message to the nearest
Chinese military post for
horses and assistance.

It is about
four days' journey.

But that would mean
leaving you here
unprotected.

We have spare horses
we'd be glad
to lend you,

also, our services
as an escort.

An escort?

I have 200 men here,
all tried and tested.

And our numbers
are soon to be
increased.

My wife, she is
near her time.

Then she deserves better
than to ride in the open
like a herdsman.

She shall have the poor
comforts of our miserable
and unworthy wagon.

Please.

We shall try to make it
as serviceable as we can.

Now, this Temujin
you spoke of...

Have no fear. This
is the one column
he'll never attack.

I have his
word for it.

A boy?

A son.

The first child born
to the tribe of Yesugai
for more than 20 years.

And a boy. My son.

Temujin.

My son, Bortei!

You are my wife,
this is my son.

You knew he would be a boy,
you always said it.

It had to be.
How else could he
follow after me?

The day I first noticed
your body growing larger,

I gave orders then
to Shan to have
a saddle built,

a small one, of course,
a bow and a sword, all
of which bear his name.

Don't torment me.
His name.

My son's name.

Jochi,
the founder of
our tribe.

Jochi. Jochi.
It's a pretty name.

It is not meant
to be pretty.

It is a man's name as
befits the leader
of our tribe.

Only, by the
time he is a man,
it will be a nation.

If any man could ever do
it, that man is Temujin
of the Yesugai.

Temujin of the Mongols.

Men who could build this
should rule the world.

So our ancestors
thought when they
first conceived it.

2,000 miles from
the great ocean to
the southern mountains.

But, alas, now we
cannot rule ourselves,
let alone the world.

My lord!

They are friends.
Soldiers of the
emperor.

Glass.

Simply reflecting
the sun's rays.

But it can carry messages
further and faster than
the swiftest horseman.

A childish device,
but not without
usefulness.

Please receive it
as an unworthy gift.

One drawback, however,
I should point out.

For reasons which
will soon become
apparent,

it's best not to let
such devices fall into
the hands of a woman.

All the fat bears
should be no match
for wolves.

Remember that now.

I shall ask for an audience
with the emperor, I'm sure
it will be arranged.

I shall be honored.

The emperor also
will be honored.

I'm telling you,

they're going
to boil us alive
and then eat us.

No!

They're only going
to wash us.

Wash?

Must be a custom
of the country.

Why?

I don't know, but
I don't intend
to find out.

Well, I do.

Shan! Shan!

I know you're down
there. Come out.

I'm
only being washed.

Wait!

Our ambassador has
told us how much
he owes

to your skill,
bravery and courtesy.

Kam Ling
is generous,
Your Majesty.

He has also told us
that you are a shrewd
and observant man.

That is unusual.

I have always believed
that fighting, horses
and women

were the sole interests
of the men of your nation.

Tribes constantly at war
with one another cannot
be called a nation.

Then we shall do nothing
to discourage your quarrels.

As long as you Mongols
fight among yourselves,

I and my people should
have little to worry us.

Surely a nation as rich
and strong as yours
has nothing to fear.

Fear? The Chinese
empire knows no
such word.

Then what is the purpose
of the Great Wall?

The Wall merely ensures
that civilization,
knowledge,

the arts, as we know
them, shall survive.

It is there to keep what
we have to ourselves.

To keep people in.

To keep me?

I find you
profoundly entertaining.

You make such direct
and positive statements.

You and your strong, wild
men arrive in my city
like a rush of wind.

A fresh sort of wind.

We pray to the wind.

Charming.

To the four winds.

Better and better.

We have a game
of chance

in which the four winds
are of paramount
importance.

Listen to them.

Did you ever hear anything
more delicate or exquisite
than their sweet, sad song?

Poetry itself could
not be more profound.

Do you write poetry,
Temujin?

I do not. I have
never yet found
the time.

Then I shall
instruct you.
I myself am a poet.

That is why you
were sent here,

and this is where
you must stay,
my friend.

There is destiny in
your coming here,
believe me.

When you speak of destiny,
this is something
I must believe.

At last we agree
about something.

We shall find many
more things in common.

Take the birds away.
Their chattering
distracts me.

We must discuss the
gods to whom you pray.

Primitive religions have
always fascinated me.

And while you exchange
your knowledge of
military matters,

I shall instruct you
in the art of poetry
and painting.

I find it difficult to
control my impatience,
Your Majesty.

Take it.
It grows heavy.

The one in white.
Have her raise
her head.

Tonight I am in
the summer palace.

Have her brought
to me at midnight.

Prisoners.

Make no
mistake about it.
We are prisoners.

In an ivory cage,
of course.

We should never have
headed for the East.

What else did
the emperor
say, Temujin?

It's what he didn't say,

that there are over
2,000 men on the
walls of Peking,

and that our horses
have been taken.

Just what do you think
we should have done,
Subodai?

You're always so
quick with advice.

It is what
I have always said.

If we had not run,
but stopped and
fought Jamuga,

none of us would
have to be here
now. None of us.

You have a strong
right arm, Subodai,

and I like to know
it is at my side.

But your mouth is young
and it needs training.

With enough training,
my brother,

you may yet become
my strong right arm.

For I have need
of another.

This peacock, this emperor,
has overlooked one thing.

There is much to
be learned here,

much that can
be used later.

And if this is a prison,
I can think of worse
hardships.

Yes. I know I've
never eaten so well.

As for me, I even
enjoy being clean.

It's not
the being clean that you
enjoy, it's the washing.

Well, the women
are beautiful,
I must say.

All of which the
emperor hopes

you will learn
to appreciate,

until soft living
is all you are
fit for.

Bortei is right.

I do not want
any of our men
fat and useless.

We will all exercise
every morning,
for a start.

A Mongol never
leaves his blade.

Not unless
he is dead.

Just a reminder
for you to carry.

Look! Over there!
A signal!

What do they say?

I'm not
certain, but it
must be urgent.

Take the map away. It's
not only inaccurate,
it's inartistic.

Stop them weeping
and wailing.

I want advice,
not pandemonium.

The situation occasions
alarm, it does not
merit hysteria.

A ragged army of
a few thousand
Manchurians

have captured
the city of Hopeh,
that is all.

We also consider that
6,000 Imperial Cavalry

were routed and
put to flight.

But that is
nothing new.

No doubt, in our
lifetime, it will
happen again.

Prince Temujin.

You and your kinsmen
seem amused at the
news of our disaster.

Not at the news,
Your Majesty,

only at the way
you receive it.

A few thousand Manchurians
are of little account,
admittedly.

But their example
might be serious.

Others might also realize
that the Great Wall
means nothing.

I wish to speak to
my friend, Prince
Temujin, alone.

Bring hot wine
and tea.

Do you stay and
keep us company.

This is how I relax in
moments of disaster
and anguish.

I find painting has a
soothing and calming
property.

I see that you
paint very well.

You are no beginner.

He is hinting that
we are accustomed
to disaster.

I fear we've
underrated
our friend.

He has an unexpected
gift of subtlety.

Oh. The Shamsu
is a rice wine
of great delicacy.

May I offer you some?

For me, the tea.

For me, the wine.

I was not suspicious
of it, Majesty,

but I have forbidden
it to my men to drink,

as you probably
have heard.

I have heard.

And if my curiosity
does not greatly
offend, why?

Because I wanted my
men to be ready for
a day such as this.

Ah! Please to continue.
I am listening.

These Manchu...
It is just that
the fate of an empire

is of small importance
compared to a poem
by Tso Ling,

or a painting by my
distinguished ancestor,
Mao Kung.

You were saying?

You would save much
time if you let me
say something.

That means you
have something
to offer. What?

These Manchurian invaders,
you'd like them destroyed
as soon as possible?

Unfortunately,
my army has
melted away.

I will raise you
another one.

Mongols?

How much?

You mean money?

What else do soldiers
fight for?

A large chest of gold
for each of my three
brothers-in-law,

so that I can send
them out to recruit
only the best men.

How could I be sure I
was not just replacing

one army of invaders
with another?

You cannot be sure.

There is a solution,
Great One.

I myself, who know
him better, would
trust Temujin.

But if he were to
leave his wife and son as
hostages in your keeping...

I agree.

See that Prince Temujin
has all the gold he needs.

And we will offer
a special reward

for which one of
your wife's brothers
does most to help us.

There is no need.

It is a custom,
and a charming one,

to announce the reward
before the service
is performed.

In our experience,
it often helps with
the accomplishment.

Have the court
brought back.

I wish them to see how
tired and exhausted
their emperor is,

working devotedly
in the service
of his people.

I will do so, Great Emperor,

but as Temujin and I
have so much to do...

Very well. In any case,
you've both seen
the state I'm in.

Where's he taking us?

The horses are ready.
Why can't we be
on our way?

Because the emperor
wants you to take
a memory with you,

a vision that will
bring you back all
the sooner.

Look at the
picture.

The Princess Chin Yu.
Emperor's youngest
daughter.

Whichever one of you
returns with the best
company of horsemen,

he shall have her.

Is there any reason
we can't start now?

Subodai.

Teach her to be
a woman while I'm away.

They're less than
an hour back.

Jamuga leads them.

See to your men.

Now!

Your troops will
lead the attack,
up through there.

It is only fitting
we have the honor.

You will not attack
with any great success.

You will then
fall back.

Retreat?

You have had some
experience of that,
I imagine.

But we lose face.

Better to lose face
than your head,

as the unsuccessful
defender of Hopeh
has apparently done.

When you fall back
through here,

my Mongols will fall on
them from both flanks.

Then you will lead your
troops back again
at my command.

Now get your men into
position. I will tell
you when to move forward.

Jamuga.

Halt!

A quick death would
be too easy.

You can choose.

Either you live to follow
the banner of Temujin,

or you die with
your leaders.

Now, show them to me,

these men who led you
into rebellion against
your empire.

Subodai.

Jamuga.

You will pray
for death.

When the chang you
wear grows heavier
and heavier,

and the laughter it
brings grows louder
and louder.

And you, Temujin, will
live to regret this day

when you withheld
the blade from my neck.

The barbarian of
all barbarians.

The Mongol who led
the Manchurians.

And it is fitting that
his punishment
be far greater

than for those whose
heads I have brought
you.

The Lord Jamuga,
Your Majesty.

"In celebration of
the Lord Temujin's
great victories

"over the Manchurian
rebel invaders,

"it is our will that
from this day on,

"he will be called the
Prince of Conquerors,

"the Genghis Khan!"

Genghis Khan!
Genghis Khan!

Genghis Khan! Genghis Khan!

Genghis Khan!

Spare us, Lord.

We meant it only
to be a salute
to your victory.

How did the thunder
crash at your command?

It is a simple
alchemist's trick.

But we used too
much black powder.

Black powder.

Come to me tonight.

And bring some of
your powder with you.

I want to see how
you make it thunder.

They make
lightning this time,
but no thunder.

That is something
we've discovered
in their experiments.

It thunders only
when confined in
a container.

Then it can hurl a stone
even further than the
longest bow shot.

Shall we demonstrate?

So far you have
used this only to
make noises of welcome?

And sometimes to make
pretty effects and
fire and sparks

to amuse the children.
We have many variations.

I can tell what
you are thinking.

It is your duty,
both as a holy man
and as a man of wisdom,

to profit from
all this knowledge.

Do you want
something?

Give me that blue
horse, will you?

Come. Come.

And I tell you
again, it has to be done.

As long as this man lives,
none of his tribe will
join with you.

They can't.
You know their laws,
and our laws, too.

To kill him would be
an act of mercy.

Oh, I'm not
talking of mercy,
but of common sense.

Listen to me, Temujin.

Hear me well, and one day
remember that I warned you.

There are only two things
you can do with Jamuga.

Put him under the
ground for all time,

or put him at your side

and have the Merkits
ride with you.

Are you out of
your mind, woman?

Jamuga, who killed my father,
kept me in chains,

or is all this forgotten?
All forgiven?

And you, the scar
he put on your back,

has that also
disappeared with
the passing of time?

Neither the scar
on my back,

nor the memories of
how it came there.

No, Temujin.

These I don't forget.

Nor the hatred
I have for this man.

And yet,

to help you make
what you want
come true,

to make our people
into a nation,

I could set aside
my hatred, because
it would be necessary.

Then it shows how little
you know of me to think
that I could, too.

I know you better
than you think.

Break it across
your knee, Temujin.

Now the two pieces, together.

I know what you are
trying to tell me.

That we are only strong
when we are undivided.

And one day,
you will listen.

Leave us.

Is it possible for you
to be a Mongol first,

and only secondly
Jamuga, chief of
the Merkit tribe?

Has the chang
also smothered
your tongue?

Not yet.

Perhaps if I wear it
as long as you did.

Once, you took the
chang off my neck.

Perhaps I can do
the same for you.

The price?

There is no price.

Only a dream accomplished.

A unified Mongol nation,
not just separate
warring tribes.

With the Lord Temujin
at its head.

The stars have
written it.

Geen, my holy man,
tells me this is true.

A Mongol nation will
come, Jamuga, it will.

But if the Merkits
ride at our side,
it will come sooner.

The Merkits need
no other tribes to
ride beside them.

Behind them,
I should say.

All others
fear us already.

Our power,
our strength.

Even my death
cannot destroy that.

Is your thinking so small
that you can only think
about yourself?

And what do you think of,
then, with this wild dream
of yours of a Mongol nation?

And apart from these
stars you speak of,

what else makes
you think you have
been chosen to rule?

You will die carrying
that chang, Jamuga.

Unless I have your
word now that your
Merkits ride with us

the day we leave China.

And that day is soon.

If I were free
from this yoke,

my hands would still
your jackal breath
forever.

Subodai!

Put this animal
back in his cage.

Your celestial Majesty...

Kam Ling, have you
no heart to interrupt

these exquisite
little songbirds?

My interruption
brings pleasant
news.

Oh, very well.

Come here,
my little sparrow.

Come and sit
beside me.

Go on, if you must.

Genghis Khan has arranged
a demonstration tonight,
for you and your court,

to thank you for all
your kindnesses
over the years.

Don't tremble, child.

Although divine,
I'm also human.

And as a farewell.

Farewell?

Did you know
about this?

They wish to return
to their own lands.

I cannot allow it.

I have told you many
times of my dream of
a united people.

And should it take
force to accomplish it,
I have the men now.

And I have
trained them well.

And I bought them.

And you are my general,
Genghis Khan.

And their leader.

Kam Ling, you are
the Khan's friend.

Not his only one,
I hasten to add.

Do you reason with him,
for his own good.

The emperor wants
to remind you of
your first meeting,

what then was said,

that the
Great Wall of China
is to keep people in.

And that there are
3,000 armed men on
the Peking walls,

and that we are
still prisoners.

Prisoners? Friends.

And what sort of talk
is this among friends?

I want no more of it.
I've had a terrible day.

Headaches,
all this caterwauling.

Get away,
you unbeautiful
little brutes!

All of you.

And now this talk
of leaving me.

You've... You've
cut me to the heart.

That was not
my intention,
I assure you.

I knew you would do
nothing to hurt me.

But my demonstration?

There's no reason
to abandon it.

We have another saying,
another way of suggesting

you make the
best of things.
It's very apt.

"Better to light one candle
than to curse the darkness."

As you say,
very apt.

Nevertheless,
you will have
him watched.

I thought you would
be pleased to see

Genghis Khan and his
horsemen ride away.

So that one day they
may ride back,
as conquerors?

The Khan knows us
for what we are,

rich,
but regrettably weak.

What will you do?

The barbarian Temujin
brought back from the
Manchurian battle...

Jamuga.
Jamuga.

Have him
brought to me,

in secret.

Your message said
it was urgent.

We have no secrets.

Least of all from her.

This is most difficult
for me, my lord.

My loyalties must not
be misunderstood,

but they are for my
country, for China,

not for any individual,
no matter how important
or mighty he may be.

I would say these are
the sentiments of
an honorable man.

The emperor worries.
He fears your leaving.

He is wrong.

He and all in China
should fear your staying.

He is a man of
subtlety, however,

and there is
another solution.

Your people stay,
you go,

on a very long
journey, alone.

Oh!

You express
yourself beautifully.

But who is to stab me
in my back?

The emperor also understands
what would happen to our people

if one of them should
strike you down.

And so...

You've walked too far
to stop now.

Our people would be blameless
if your assassin were a Mongol.

A Merkit.

Jamuga!

Bring him here.

It would be better
if I were not present.

You will stay,
my friend.

You will stay.

You'd like this key,
eh, Jamuga?

Why not?
With the chang off,

you might have had
a chance to save
your right arm.

Assassin!

Cut him down.

So he still
can't be found.

The one man who can
gather all the Merkits
against us, the one man.

Call off your men.
Get them ready for
tonight's celebrations.

With Jamuga
still at large?

He will do nothing now.

His own escape is
more important to
him than my life.

And no more failures
this time, Subodai.

Our plan for tonight
must meet with success.

I'm sorry you will miss
tonight's celebrations.

But perhaps you
can see some of the
fireworks from here.

Amazing, the ingenuity
of the human mind.

The Chinese mind,
of course.

You are a true artist,
Prince Temujin.

I knew it from
the first day.

My profound
felicitations.

And now for our
final display.

Final?

Perhaps you would
like to set it off.

It would be
an honor.

This last one will
be very special.

You have saved the
best for the last.
A wise move.

A touch of true
delicacy.

As you yourself said,
"Better to light one candle
than to curse the darkness."

This will be our camp.

My lord!

Here.

How long do you intend
to hold me prisoner?

Not prisoner.

As your late emperor
said to me while
plotting my murder,

you are here
as a friend.

In that case,
I can only ask
that my death

be a swift one.

We will not speak
of dying, friend.

Only a fool destroys
a wise man.

You will sit at my
right hand and you
will counsel me.

And I will listen
to your words.

And if your words be wise,
they will make me wise, too.

I will accept this
honorable appointment

because I'm happy to
serve a lord whose
star grows brighter

while the sun
of China fades.

In addition,
I suspect I will find
the work more agreeable

than death.

My first advice is
to strike swiftly,

to take what is left of
China before someone
else can do so.

Word of this success will
bring other tribes to you
in increasing numbers.

In the meantime...

In the meantime,
we shall move westward.

With China safely in
the hands of Jebai,

Subodai will move
north into Russia,

while Kassar drives south
to bring India to her knees.

Samarkand and Bukhara
will fall easily to us,

and Persia will be
ours for the taking.

And the Mongols shall
rule from the heartland,

from the very center
of the world.

And Jamuga?

The Merkits will
still have their
chance to join us.

Mongol must not
fight Mongol again.

Your ambition
destroys your honor.

Is the man who
raped our sister
to go unanswered?

Is the father of
his first-born son
to go unpunished?

Jochi is my son.

The man who lets
personal revenge

take precedence over
the tasks before him

will never complete
those tasks,

and he will lose all
that he has gained.

Stop!

My word is the law.

Now get on
with my work.

Subodai is a small man.
They are all small men.

Why are there
no men of stature,

no men of imagination?

It is not easy to match
a true conqueror.

Perhaps once in
many centuries

does the world produce
a man with the power
and the will

equal to his vision
and destiny.

Perhaps Temujin,
Genghis Khan,
is such a man.

This was not said in
flattery, my lord,
I promise you.

Leave me.

Jamuga.

In the next few
years, the Mongol hordes
of Genghis Khan

seized all of China
north of the Yellow River,

carved its way across
the Ural Mountains
into Russia

and plunged southward
across the borders
of India.

Having conquered
almost all of Asia,

Temujin turned his armies
towards Samarkand and Bukhara.

And when they were his,

the great Persian empire of
Khwarezm lay before him,
ready for his sword.

Come now, Jamuga.

You are an
old general.

You know very well
that even if I agreed
to join forces with you,

you could never hope
to defeat this...

Genghis...
This Khan.
No one else has.

No one else has an army
equal in strength to
our combined forces.

We will be
more than enough
to slaughter him.

Ah, I have no desire
for slaughter.

Lamb is for slaughter.

This meat is very
sweet and succulent.

No, no, I hear more
and more men flock to
his banner every day.

Defeated men, weaklings.
The first to run in battle.

But I have not
offended him.

He has offended you.

Years ago, that caravan
on the slave trail,

his violation
of the treaty.
Oh, that was when...

That was when the supply
from the East was cut off.

No spices, no jewels,
no women.

And remember this.

Your country lies
directly in his path.

Your only hope of
saving Khwarezm,

of saving yourself,

is to align yourself with me.

There is only
one way to stop this
violator of treaties.

You and I will ride
together against
this Genghis Khan.

We will crush
this wolf,

this thirster
after blood,

this corrupt defiler of women,

this scavenger.

Your serenity speaks
words of wisdom.

A gift shall seal
our bargain.

One of my
daughters?

Two?

And my gift to you

will be the head
of this Genghis Khan.

The armies of the Shah
and Jamuga are joined
and on the march.

They have already
crossed the Yalu river.

Then the time
is here, finally.

You are quite certain?
There can be no mistake?

There's no mistake.
The last word placed
him five days away.

We will have
the high ground.

He will have
to come to us.

"We will have the
high ground,"
you said.

"They will have to
come to us," you said.

And are
they not doing so?

An emissary with
a white flag.

Well, somehow,
I do not feel they've
come to surrender.

Not with Genghis Khan
holding the high ground,
with our troops outnumbered.

Are you suggesting
that we surrender,
then?

I'm suggesting nothing.

I'm only regretting
the fact that I
allowed myself

to be dragged into this
foolish and obviously
risky adventure.

To conquer, one
has to take risks.

At my age,
I do not need
to take risks.

If we...

If I survive this day,
it will have taught
me a lesson,

that a man can
be too clever.

Your words mean
more than they say.

I had hoped to see
Mongol kill Mongol,

and so wipe themselves out

and rid Khwarezm
from all danger.

Instead of which?

I find myself on an
uncomfortable horse
in a drafty place

and in a very
dangerous situation.

Well, perhaps
this emissary
brings good news.

I bear greetings from
the Genghis Khan to
the Lord Jamuga.

Greetings?

And I thank you deeply for
observing my flag of truce.

The Lord Genghis Khan
would wish to talk
with the Lord Jamuga.

Talk? What would we
have to talk about?

I'm only the
humble emissary sent
to arrange a meeting.

There will be
no meeting.
No talk.

Does the Lord Jamuga
fear the spoken word?

Tell this jackal you obey,

my talking is done
with a lance,
or a sword.

I'll repeat.

Does the Lord Jamuga
fear the spoken word?

And these spoken words
are to take place in
the center of his camp?

The Genghis Khan
will ride forward
with an escort of six,

then finally alone.

The same privilege is yours.

Can he be trusted?

The word of
the Lord Genghis Khan
can always be trusted.

I trust him enough to
remain here as hostage

until you return.

Then let it be so.

It is only fitting that
you have come back to
your own land to die.

But it is not fitting
that a Mongol should
deliver the death blow.

You still sing the
same song, Temujin.

Many voices
carry it now.

Not the Merkits,
outcast!

I asked for this meeting
in the hope that Mongol
would not shed Mongol blood.

Also, that you might still
join with me to spread the
name of the Mongol nation.

The Merkits are warriors.
Not a group of women to
become part of a herd.

We say and do
as we want.

And we take
what we need.
From anybody!

I promise you
this, Jamuga.

The Merkits will ride as
part of the Mongol nation,

or their land
will be razed
to the ground.

Razed so that not
even a lame horse would
stumble walking across it.

I must talk
with the Shah.

Counsel is always
worthwhile.

We will send you our
answer with Kam Ling.

...and the men
grow impatient,
my lord.

Better that than
the spilling of
Mongol blood.

Not one of our
horses will put
one foot forward

until I have
Jamuga's answer.

My lord! Look!

Kam Ling.

Take your posts.

Withdraw! Withdraw!

Withdraw!

Retreat!

Get them back!
Get them back!

I have no desire
for slaughter.
Retreat!

Merkits!

My lord, Jamuga!

Take the left flank!

With me!

Subodai!

One of you!

Any one of you!

And you first,
outcast!

Sengal!

Stay where you are.

Enough, Jamuga.
Let there be peace.

With you? Never!

And there will be
no chang this time
either, jackal.

If you have the courage
to stand up alone to me,

Jamuga, the man
who slaughtered
your tribe,

the father of
your first son!

Is this the man
you would follow?

Is this the leader
who would unite the
nation of the Mongols?

You have passed
your own sentence.

A Mongol duel?

And when you are
dead, Jamuga,

your men will
ride with mine.

Untie any prisoners.

If any of the Merkit
tribe would leave us,

let them go now.

I have lived
to see it,

that the tribes
come together
as one people.

But it is my sons
who will make
our nation great.

Show my people
their leaders.

And until they are
old enough to lead,

it is my wife and
her two brothers who
shall speak for them,

shall guide them
to walk straight.

Bortei,

whom I have
always loved,

turn me towards the wind.

I want that
the gods should
see me in the face.

So many tears,

but not one tear
from you.

There will be many
years for weeping.

I want you to see me
as you have always.

Always your hand
to help me.

As you said,

it's always the
first thing you'll
hold out to another.

The first.

And strangely,
at this time,

that it should
also be the...

And so it was that
Temujin, the Genghis Khan,
was dead,

but not the tide
he set in motion.

His dream conquered
even after death.

His sons rolled westward
into the Hungarian plains,

burned a path to
the borders of Egypt.

One grandson founded the
Mughal dynasty of India,

while another was
the great Kublai Khan,
Emperor of China.

And when the conquest
was finished,

half the population of
the world was contained
in the Mongol Empire.

The empire born
in the imagination of
the prince of conquerors,

Genghis Khan.