Ali Baba And The Forty Thieves Page #2

And should he go hungry,

you will starve.

Should he suffer,

you will be disembowelled.

Abdullah, the fastest rider,

the greatest swordsman,

the fiercest fighter!

Now I'm a nursemaid.

If Allah had granted me a son,

I'd have wished him in your image.

I am known as Old Baba,

and we will call you Young Baba.

No, my name is Ali.

You are welcome, Ali Baba.

Ali Baba!

Ali Baba!

AND SO FAR TEN YEARS

THE MONGOLS HELD BAGHDAD

AND THE PEOPLE DIED IN AGONY

AND ONLY THE BAND OF THIEVES

MADE RESISTANCE:

FOR THE BODY OF ALI BABA

AND THE DESTRUCTION

OF THE BAND OF THIEVES

Ride high, ride high.

Ride!

Ride!

Wrong or right!

Plundering sons,

Thundering sons,

Forty and one for all!

All for one...

Bedouins all, Bedouins all.

Side by side.

Saddle and ride,

Saddle and ride,

Following sons of one.

Swift and sure,

Robbing the rich,

Feeding the poor.

Ride high, ride!

Guide me right to a caravan!

Ride again, Ali Baba men,

Ride high, ride high, ride!

Ride of delight,

following one, son of the sun,

Forty and one for all!

Following one, son of the sun,

Forty and one...

for all!

Open, oh Sesame!

Baba! Baba!

A rich Mongol caravan,

camels by the score,

laden with wealth!

Where did you see such a caravan?

Camped beside

the Pool of Midnight.

They bring wedding gifts

from Basra.

There is a woman in the caravan,

she is betrothed to Hulagu Khan.

The betrothed of the Mighty Khan!

By Allah, that is

a prize worth taking.

It is all ours for the asking.

Treasure like that

is well-guarded.

A few soldiers scattered about,

some aged camel drivers

and the slave girls who

attend the bride.

- There is your guards.

- To the Pool of Midnight!

No, wait! We must not rush

headlong into danger.

Does the little mouse fear

aged camel drivers and slave girls?

Surely Ali does not object

without reason.

My son, let's hear your counsel.

Remember, there is a price

on our heads.

Aye, 10,000 pieces of gold.

Think you the Khan would bring

his betrothed under

the shadow of our swords

without his butchers guarding her?

You speak wisdom, my son.

Then let us move with caution.

The wealth of kings collected

for us in one caravan!

Now we let it go

for fear of shadows.

We will take the caravan,

but first I'll make sure

it is not a golden snare.

We will await your signal.

Abdullah, go with him.

Ten years! Still the nursemaid.

Why am I forced to bear

the heat of the day inside my tent?

I'm a prisoner in my own caravan.

Such was the order

of Hulagu Khan, my Lady.

But why?

Already the great Khan

guards you jealously, Lady Amara.

The beauty of his queen

is not for the eyes of all men.

You forget, I am not yet

Queen of Baghdad.

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