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That boy is Timur, the son of Chinkin.

He trains with instructors.

A good Mongol must become one with his horse.

They are the Khan's archers.

Their bows are infallible and very difficult to use.

Only a Mongol's arrow is faster than his horse

and it takes time to master both.

I've never seen anyone draw like that.

I want to try it.

I can't stretch it, it's impossible.

It takes time to learn how to use it.

Do you know how to do it? Chen Pao?

Show me. - No, master, I'm not allowed.

I am not Mongolian. - I allow you.

I am Chinese.

And I Venetian. What does it matter?

Sorry, we can't touch the weapons.

Chen Pao, I want to learn how to use it.

The horse and the bow are the strength of the Mongols.

If I learn their customs, traditions, and daily life,

I will know China and its people better

and tell my people about it.

So your armies can follow you here?

No!

Come, sit down.

No.

His Holiness the Pope,

the Grand Khan of my religion,

says it's very important to create new bridges between peoples

and open doors of understanding.

It leads to peace and brotherhood. - Yes, Master.

This way we learn from each other.

Yes, Master. What do you want me to do?

Start by not calling me master.

I was told to serve you.

Serve me but when we are alone, call me Marco.

If you order it, Master…

Marco!

It is an order. Now, teach me to stretch this damn bow.

I used to consider myself a very good archer.

All right. You mustn't hold it away from you and pull it towards you.

That requires too much force. - Then what must I do?

The opposite of what you'd do with a normal bow.

Hold the bow close to your right eye and the string with your right hand,

Then move the bow as far away as you can.

Like that Thank you. - Marco!

Marco!

Prince Chinkin wants to see you. - My friend Chinkin?

I already owe him a lot, Father.

Beware of too much familiarity.

Life at court is not always so simple.

The mighty Phags Pa is suspicious of us and our Western influence

and so is Yeli Shue, the imperial chancellor of the dynasty.

His family has served the Khans since the days of Genghis.

And he uses words as if they were gold:

parsimoniously.

You see, we were received well because we behaved intelligently,

not compromising our position with the Great Khan by showing...

excessive familiarity.

We have too much at stake.

Chinkin!

Chinkin!

Help! Chen Pao, come here!

No! - All of you!

Chen Pao, help me hold him!

No!

Chen Pao, come on! Come back here!

Chen Pao, help me!

Relax, Chinkin.

Open your mouth! Open it!

That's it, bite hard!

Calm down, calm down…

Relax. Try to relax.

No, don't touch him! He can have another attack!

I put my belt between his teeth,

to keep him from biting his tongue.

Did someone tell you before today

that my son had this disease? - No, my lord.

But you realized right away what it was!

In my school, in Venice, a boy had the same disease.

He had not been sick except once, after many months.

And that time,

he felt the attack coming and came to me.

We were alone.

No one else knew.

Except his mother.

No one, not even his son Timur.

Others who knew that he once suffered from it,

believed him cured to this day.

This illness

is the most jealous secret I keep hidden from everyone!

The most terrible!

Why, great lord?

Why is it a secret?

Why wouldn't people understand?

Yes, maybe. They might even feel pity.

But…

once everyone knew,

his life would be threatened even more than by his sickness!

Why do you think I have kept Chinkin close to me,

while I gave my other children territories and lands to rule?

To prevent them from conspiring!

If they suspected this weakness

from the heir to the throne,

after my death,

jealousy and the thirst for power would blind them!

And the empire founded by my great ancestor, Genghis Khan,

would be torn to pieces! To shreds!

Like a buffalo by a pack of hungry wolves!

My guards have very strict orders:

Anyone…

who witnesses one of his attacks,

or becomes aware of it, for any reason whatsoever,

Is immediately put to death.

My guards are looking for the servants.

Chen Pao? - When they find him,

he will be executed along with the others.

And then, then there's you.

At least, don't beg for mercy.

It's easier that way.

And you tried to be helpful to him.

But I know that now, in your heart,

you despise my son.

No! Never.

Chinkin is my friend.

I don't despise him.

Why should I?

He immediately offered me his friendship.

Giulio,

my only real friend, who was traveling with us,

died in Persia.

Since then I have had no one. No real friend.

And…

I thought that Chinkin...

You are wrong.

You regard the falling sickness as if it were the plague.

Many people have suffered from it, famous men:

Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, the noblest of Roman kings.

You are speaking of two mighty warriors.

The whole world honors those men.

Yet they had the falling sickness, Sir.

Father Anselmo, at school, would tell us so.

And he said there was no shame in it.

In ancient times, it was deemed a sign of greatness.

My son has the sign…

of greatness?

Messer Marco…

will have from today a rank of honor in my court.

He shall be admitted to my presence at any time.

And his orders…

must be respected.

You seem to have lost your belt.

Yes, great lord.

Well, take this in return.

The spirits of the air are restless, great lord.

The weather is changing,

and perhaps have caused the recent unrest.

Should I call the shamans to disperse the clouds? - No.

The season of rest is over.

We shall return to Khanbalic.

A sign of greatness…

The prince has recovered, it seems.

He'll never recover.

He'll never be worthy to succeed the great Kublai.

Every day Chinkin becomes less Mongolian…

and more poisoned by the religion of foreigners.

The empress…

wants to convince the Great Khan the oil of the Christian god

has miraculous powers.

Be on guard against superstition.

But it's just a game to the Khan.

But Chinkin is a weakling,

and a philosophy that exalts weakness…

will please him greatly.

We must do something.

The harmful influence must be removed, that bond...

must be cut off, eliminated.

Marco, come with me! Let's precede the procession.

It starts from up north.

They say it exceeds the length of six million steps.

And in some parts, it is wide enough for an oxcart to pass easily over it.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would've never believed it.

Come, hurry up!

Who built it? - The Chinese built it.

A 1000 years ago.

They wanted to protect Northwestern China from barbarian assault.

Barbarians? - Yes, Marco, the desert barbarians,

we Mongols.

But now it has become just a monument,

a relic of the past.

You asked who built the Great Wall.

Most will tell you

that it was the Emperor of China, the Son of Heaven,

but it wasn't him.

It was…

hundreds of thousands of slaves,

prisoners.

More than a 100 years…

of forced labor.

And many thousands of them died.

Their grave is this wall.

The stones are united by their blood.

They built it.

The glory should belong to them.

There is a story about a beautiful woman:

Meng Chen Nu.

Her husband was condemned to work here…

and she came to see him, for the last time.

When she heard that he had died of fatigue,

her cries of pain

were so fervent that a breach opened in the wall,

which never closed again.

It is a sad story.

More than sad.

Your Chinese servant,

Chen Pao... - What did you find out?

He was executed.

The Khan's order to spare him came too late.

Chen Pao...

You say don't trust Phags Pa.

It would not be wise.

Why?

Because he is suspicious of anyone having influence over my father.

Especially my mother and me.

He is fanatical about his religion,

whereas, I tolerate…

all religions, as long as those who practice them are honest.

Phags Pa tries to turn my son Timur against me.

He thinks that if he takes my place on the throne,

he could control him more easily than he could me.

But if you tolerate and understand those who profess other religions,

why do you treat your Chinese subjects so harshly?

Marco, I have no desire to succeed my father before his time.

But one thing, above all,

I'll try to do when it is my time,

is to teach everyone that we are one nation.

There is only one hope for the future:

One day we Mongols, will no longer be considered,

nor consider ourselves conquerors,

proud invaders of a foreign land,

but…

sons of the same mother: China.

But couldn't the Great Khan do that right away?

It is too early.

The Khan doesn't like to entrust

delicate government affairs to the Han Chinese.

And the head of printing? Lu Tse Yu?

Your father seems to hold him in high esteem.

Yes, as a man of science.

Teachers, philosophers,

artists, poets.

Thousands of them serve the Great Khan.

But all the important positions are in the hands of the Mongols,

or to outsiders

who remain loyal out of their own interest.

If the Khan were overthrown, they would be as well.

Strangers like my father? My uncle? Myself?

Yes, but there is a difference between strangers and foreigners.

A friend is never a stranger.

There are many strangers in ruling positions,

and Achmet is the most powerful. - Does he administer the empire?

He is the regent when my father isn't in the capital, Khanbalic.

What is he like? - He is a Turk.

A very capable man.

He does what my father wishes to be done.

You'll meet him tomorrow

when the whole Khanbalic will celebrate our return.

KHANBALIC Autumn 1275

I have great news for you, mighty lord.

Your armies, led by General Bayan,

have defeated the last resistance of the Sung.

Emperor Du Zong has taken refuge in a shameful exile,

abandoning the Empress and her son.

The entire South is now reunited under your rule:

One great nation, one empire,

the greatest existing under the sun.

Great Khan!

The banners of the defeated Sung bow down to your victory!

Arise, Bayan,

sword of the empire!

From this day, you shall safeguard all that you have conquered.

I proclaim you regent,

in the name of my grandson Timur.

To him, I entrust the throne which belonged to the Sung.

Greetings to you, noble Xie Chi, and your son, Prince Gong Di.

You have not forsaken your people.

With your courage and wise decision,

you hast saved your land from destruction.

As the domains once belonging to the Sung are now part of the empire,

you too now are part of the family.

Take your place at our side.

And is this the young Messer Marco,

of whom I have heard so much good?

My son.

The noble Achmet is our protector in China, Marco.

And friend, I hope.

Please, sit down.

You don't often find counselors for all trade and business problems

as skillful as your father and uncle, young friend.

You have a great reputation to uphold.

Whatever qualities I possess, I learned it from them.

Well said.

You have a sharp mind.

You will find interesting developments,

especially in the silk and spice trade.

We've established contacts with merchants

from many countries in our travels, Sir.

New ideas, new plans. My son took notes of everything.

As you said, he has a sharp mind.

Excellent. Excellent.

With the conquest of the South, opportunities to open new markets

and new sources of trade have multiplied.

Maybe soon, I'll have a mission for you too, young Marco.

Though I've heard that you've been assigned to Prince Chinkin's train.

The prince holds you in high esteem.

So does the Great Khan.

He says you are the only person

who ever dared to tell him he was wrong.

I forgot to whom I was speaking, Sir.

I don't doubt it.

I'd advise not to do it too often.

I've seen noble heads roll for much less.

However, should you ever need help

or advice, please feel free to turn to me,

before approaching anyone else.

Great events, more glorious days are being prepared

for the empire of the mighty Kublai.

The victory over the Sung

has convinced the Great Khan that his armies are invincible.

His sword will not rest long in its scabbard.

Soon he shall wield it again,

above a forest of flags and banners.

A new triumph will honor the Yuan dynasty.

I should ask Phags Pa to assign you to the imperial archives.

You've become a scholar. - No…

A lama from the Pamir told me one can travel with his mind.

I do it by rewriting my notes.

I heard whinnying all morning.

We received some new horses from Sichuan.

They are splendid.

They make me think of travel.

I can almost smell the dust of the roads.

Do you want to leave? Are you already tired of Khanbalic?

No. Honestly, I don't. I barely know Khanbalic.

Khanbalic beyond the walls.

Everything here is so peaceful,

so calm, so imperial!

I can't stay like this, doing nothing.

My father and uncle are busy with their plans.

They want to open new routes from here to Venice while I…

You'll soon have something to do.

I'm sure my father has plans for you. - What?

I can't tell you more at the moment.

I saw Phags Pa.

He told me that we must go to the Imperial Council meeting.

There are rumors of a new military venture my father is planning.

As you can see, order and peace do not reign among us long.

Are you sure I must come too? - Yes.

But we still have a few hours.

Come with me. I'll take you beyond those walls.

One moment!

Here they sell a remedy for every disease.

Come and take a look.

We have company.

What is this? - An antidote against poison.

Against poison? - Yes.

Those needles practically cure almost everything.

Let's go. Marco, come.

Thank you.

Two families, reunited for a wedding.

One has lost a child,

the other has lost a daughter.

The parents agreed for the spirits of the two children to marry.

They made their paper images, very like them,

so they could become one.

Now the brothers and sisters bring gifts.

They will have forever sweets and toys.

In this way, you see, these people defeat death

which denied the two young ones their desire of marriage.

You said you have an urgent request for me personally.

GENOA PRISON Summer 1299

What do you want?

I heard that I will be judged shortly.

I wonder if… - You have little to wonder about.

Your stories have fascinated many people,

but your imagination is too lively.

You touch on subjects that... - On subjects that…

are dangerous traps for those not protected by faith.

Idols,

false prophets, superstitious rites,

Buddha, Mahomet.

The devil has many faces, Messer Rustichello,

and speaks many tongues.

Misfortune strikes those who yield to his temptations.

Your story of how Marco Polo had delivered to a pagan woman

the oil of the Holy Sepulcher, that farce of a miracle...

He didn't call it a miracle. The prince recovered quickly.

This is just a warning, Messer Rustichello.

but keep it well in mind,

when you invent writings… - I didn't invent anything!

Marco Polo says it all true

and could prove it, if only he had his notes here.

Maybe the church in Venice can help.

His father and uncle, he said, are ready to collect

all that he noted during his trip and stay in China.

For the love of heaven, Brother, ask the Patriarch

and the monks of Saint Felix to help us in our search for truth.

Messer Polo made the same request.

We know his father is dying and his uncle has returned to Persia.

We were offered help by Pietro of Abano,

an astronomer from the University of Padua.

But first we must examine and discuss.

I can't go on like this! I'm going crazy!

I have never…

done or written anything the Church can disapprove of or condemn!

My only sin, and I pray to God that it is not mortal,

was to listen to a Venetian.

Such a torrent of words, names,

that throws my mind, my memory, my conscience in confusion!

That's enough, Rustichello.

If I could spend more time with him,

we could discuss our writings. I could ask him more questions.

Take him back to his cell.

KHANBALIC Autumn 1275

The future husband…

arrives under the sign of the horse.

The bride under that of the dragon.

The stars say…

that on the eighth day of the third moon,

it will be permissible to cross the threshold of a new home…

and plant new seeds.

Neither storms nor hail will threaten your joy.

This is the roof of Khanbalic, Marco.

Here, China's leading astronomers

gather to study the sun,

the moon and to questions the stars.

No Chinese thinks of getting married, or engaging in business,

or setting out on a journey without first consulting the signs in the sky.

Come, it's our turn.

Are you the one who wants to question the stars?

I don't want to know my future.

My friend wants to ask

how many lucky days are reserved for our friendship.

If peace will last.

These are the signs of the heavenly ways.

Black clouds cross the cobalt-colored sky.

The great wind of the gods inflates the sails.

Thou shalt see, with eyes that cannot see,

the darkness of the night tearing asunder.

High in the rising sun, the dragon burns.

The banners of the great Khan floats…

in the ocean.

What does it mean?

Listen,

we must not test with questions the patience of the stars.

Let's leave here.

You must pray to your god who died on the cross, Marco.

For many days I have been haunted,

pursued by nightmares of mourning and anguish.

A great storm is about to break upon us.

Mother, the god of Marco has heard your prayers for me.

Perhaps he'll also protect peace.

Peace is an unknown word to us Mongolians, my son.

It is only an illusion,

like the dream that lasts one night and leaves behind only regrets.

The empire needs peace, now that it embraces all of China,

and the Khan knows it.

He has finally realized his dream.

Yes, but he still has old wounds

that his pride won't let him forget.

I have seen seasons and seasons, passing and setting,

but for him, there are always new frontiers to cross,

and new lands to conquer.

There is a distant country,

it is an archipelago,

that they say is very rich in gems and gold.

Already once, the Khan has tried to subdue it with his armies.

Has he already tried? - The invasion was poorly prepared.

Lack of planning scattered our ships, driving them to disaster.

What is the name of this country? - It is known as Chipangu,

also called "the Kingdom of Islands."

The Khan, your father, never forgot that defeat.

I even heard him repeat…

repeat that name in his sleep, like a nightmare:

Chipangu!

But…

I believe it will be difficult to resist the Khan's army.

Its defeat must be… - Marco!

Even if you pronounced it,

the word "peace" would be very short-lived.

Like the Khan and his generals,

you are already thinking about war.

Another war.

But how big is that country? And how powerful is its army?

We don't know much about it.

Only what we were told by the few survivors

of the battle.

This vase is beautiful, don't you think?

And so is this one.

They were made by a man from those islands.

He had been wounded in battle and brought among us a prisoner.

He began to model objects,

small animals, cups, vases, when he was in prison.

I was impressed by his art…

And I asked for his freedom,

a roof and a workshop where he could work.

Well, that man is all I know of Chipangu.

It pains me but I don't agree with you, great Kublai.

However, if these are your orders,

I think it is better for us to strike at Kyushu.

A surprise landing of twenty or thirty thousand men

against the defense towers.

Soldiers, line by line.

No.

I have no intention of repeating our mistakes.

The first time also seemed easy:

The landing, the attack...

"The enemy will be unprepared", they said.

"They are always busy fighting among themselves."

Instead, we were caught in a trap.

Their swords before us and the ocean behind!

Wong, the admiral of my fleet,

has prepared a plan of attack.

He knows the enemy. For years, in Korea,

we fought the pirates of Chipangu.

Soldiers from the islands storming the coasts.

With your help, we can defeat them,

And you shall conquer the Kingdom of Chipangu.

Three thousand ships, three thousand,

shall set sail from my harbors.

Great Khan,

our armada must be led by a Mongol.

Of course, General Bayan, we must be like brothers.

Wong will command the fleet,

the valiant Argan shall lead the armada.

Together, as brothers, we will defeat the enemy.

From Kyushu, we'll launch attacks against the other islands.

The sea divides them.

And divided they must remain,

like pieces of iron…

before the furnace turns them into swords and shields!

I have sent my ambassadors to the Emperor of Chipangu

and to his regent, the Shikken.

I have commanded him to submit.

Now we just have to wait for the answer.

Chipangu shall bend.

Even in that empire so far away,

the echoes of my victory over the Sung will have gone forth.

Follow me.

The great trunk of Genghis Khan

has found again today, all its branches.

Noble counselors,

the King of Korea,

our brother and ally.

Admiral Wong,

commander of the Korean fleet,

of three thousand, three thousand ships!

Caidu Khan, my nephew.

He rules over all the vast central regions of the steppe.

Bektor Khan,

head of the nomadic families of the Ganzu.

And his son Nachin,

the most valiant of our young warriors.

Nayan,

also a descendant of the great Genghis, my ancestor.

He has chosen a new god, whose symbol is a cross.

A god from distant countries,

but who is another powerful ally of the Mongolian people.

The others you already know.

All of you…

know how many of our valiant warriors

lie unburied at the bottom of the sea of Chipangu.

The bloody offense against the heirs of Genghis Khan

has yet to be avenged.

I sent our ambassadors over there.

We shall soon know…

whether those islands will submit

or whether they want another war.

Great Khan, the sea is our weakness.

A Mongol is not a warrior, without his horse.

You mean you will fight but only as far as your horses go?

Great Khan, Caidu thinks that the sea will cripple his men.

The noble Caidu…

and the wise Yeli Shue urge caution.

Prudence is a supreme virtue.

Yet no one here present

can ignore the great difficulties in many regions of our empire:

floods, epidemics in the North,

famine threatening the devastated South.

War, especially when fought so far away,

is never a solution. - It is...

when the prize for those who win is gold!

As much gold as no kingdom has ever seen.

Who has ever been to those islands to count its riches?

So far, we have only came across its iron,

not its gold!

Phags Pa,

you told me there are brothers of your faith living in those islands,

those who turn, like you, the prayer wheels.

I should like some words of wisdom from you.

I say Caidu admonishes with reason,

yet Achmet's eyes look far.

What he sees is such as to kindle the heart with desire,

but perhaps the last word should belong to the stars.

My ambassadors will have the last word.

And then the decision will be mine.

And mine alone.

Thank you.

I like kumis better.

Marco, listen... - Excuse me.

I've a surprise, something special. - What is it?

Just wait and see. Something Chinese.

This drink is tea,

a Chinese custom imposed by the Khan.

It's better out here in the open air.

Here one can finally breathe.

I know how you feel.

Sometimes I can't stand being locked inside these walls.

I feel like a prisoner in a golden cage.

I must give you bad news:

We must go back inside the cage!

We are your prisoners, Marco!

Your father is very wise to take advantage

of any opportunity to leave Khanbalic.

Where did he go this time?

He is taking a boat along the imperial canal to the Dongzhu and Zhaidon ports.

He must receive a shipment of ivory and jade from India.

Now I see…

why Kublai forgets the Mongolian way of life!

He dresses as a Chinese, has painted nails

and hair perfumed like a woman!

The great Kublai is a clever man.

He follows many customs and has respect for all of them.

And he behaves with the gods in the same way.

The Khan accepts all faiths.

If only he had one of his own...

Keep your faith to yourself, Nayan, and your cross.

I share Caidu Khan's opinion.

Going to the sea is no business for us Mongols.

The empress also thinks so.

She says the people of the islands have great virtues.

Having them as an enemy there's much to lose and nothing to gain.

But Chipangu is rich:

The temples, palaces and even houses have golden roofs.

It has mountains of silver and gems. - How do they know?

You said it yourself, Matteo, that no merchant has ever been there.

Besides, the predictions of the astrologers are obscure.

Astrologers attend to the abstract, rulers to reality.

Achmet knows, he has his informants.

Here it is, my surprise. - What is it?

It's strands of wheat noodles with soy and spices.

A Chinese delicacy.

Put it over there. - Yes.

It looks like boiled twine! - Eat it and you'll see.

I know it! It's one of my favorite dishes!

Hark at this! How do you eat them?

Like this… This is how you eat them.

Here is the house of Sayamon, the potter.

Who are you?

My name is Marco Polo.

I am in the service of the Great Khan.

I have seen your works.

My vases are my life.

Because of them, I have been granted a roof over my head

and a bowl of rice a day.

Sit here, my friend.

Do you also work at night? - For me…

there is neither night nor day,

neither light nor dark.

Empress Chabi told me that you were wounded.

My eyes. Now the hands see for me.

Do you know the empress?

It was she who showed me your vases.

Now it seems even more miraculous.

I'm fortunate, you know.

Darkness doesn't exist for me.

I only need my hands to erase it.

And I have learned to read sounds, voices.

I like your voice.

I wish to know something from you, potter.

The only remaining vases…

already have a master.

I can't make one so quickly. - No, I'll come again to buy one.

Now I want to to know about your country.

The Kingdom of the Islands. - Why?

I hear fear in your voice.

A threat. - No, just the desire to know.

The desire to recognize the true from the false.

My friend,

you seem to be as blind as I.

At this time, I must rely on memory.

You, on your imagination.

My country,

which the Chinese call "Chipangu",

which means "The Land of the Rising Sun".

The sun loves it and makes it beautiful.

In the early morning, the roofs of the houses and temples

shine like gold,

and in the evening, the seagulls sing,

and the air is full of magic and friendly voices.

Even the wind is sweet. - A land of peace, then?

Peace? No, my friend.

My people are divided by many things:

Religious quarrels, land possession,

rich people jealous of what they have

and always ready to fight for more.

Then there is the pride of large families,

and the warlords whom we call "samurai".

At the same time, both generous and cruel.

Born to fight, they never lay down their swords.

One against another,

family against family.

How did such a country so divided repel the Mongols?

These fingers are different from each other, right, my friend?

But look...

Now they have become a fist,

united and strong.

When my country comes under attack, all disputes, all fights fall silent.

All obey the voice of the Emperor,

and that of his regent, the Shikken,

And that of his great general, the Shogun.

It is as if one heart beats in the entire country.

No foreigner will ever command our country.

The only command we'll accept

is that of the one who rules us.

To protect our land,

every man can sacrifice everything even...

the sight of the glorious sun.

Please, listen.

An astrologer has read me this omen in the stars:

"Black clouds cross the cobalt-colored sky.

The great wind of the gods inflates the sails.

Thou shalt see, with eyes that cannot see,

the darkness of the night tearing asunder.

The great wind of the gods inflates the sails.

High in the rising sun, the dragon burns."

"The banners of the great Khan float in the ocean."

There is a storm that only our gods can stir.

We call it "kamikaze", the wind of the gods.

It unleashes all the demons of the sea.

The flags of Kublai will be swallowed up by waves gone mad.

At the bottom of the Ariake Sea,

they shall float in the deadly current.

Go to your Khan.

Fight his ambition!

I see too many deaths.

Let reason prevail.

Doubts! Uncertainties! Arguments!

All of that is now behind us.

The Emperor of Chipangu has given us his answer!

My ambassadors have been beheaded!

We are left with only one choice:

war!

War until the enemy is exterminated,

and all his defenses destroyed!

Do not listen only to the voice of wrath, Kublai!

As always,

we are all ready to fight for you against our enemies,

but against reason, we can never fight!

We still need to discuss and prepare ourselves better.

Please listen to them, Great Khan.

Forgive me, Great Khan! Noble gentlemen...

I know it is not my place to speak here.

The prince Chinkin and I know the stars are unfavorable to this.

An astrologer told us... - No more!

Enough with all of you!

I have had enough of your doubts, your prudence!

You hide fear behind a false wisdom!

You say, "We'll fight, but not on the sea!"

Yet the world the gods gave to the Mongols

is made of land and water!

General Argan

will share the command with Admiral Wong

to lead our armies to victory!

Our answer to Chipangu is…

war!

War!

War.

END OF EPISODE 5