Baahubali: The Beginning Page #3

Let me go! Let me..

Bury the dead

and leave no traces.

Dilip too has attained

martyrdom, chief!

Don't let the drop of tear

breach your eyelids.

That monster from the palace

has imprisoned our princess

and has her shackled

right in the town square.

Our Queen Devasena being

treated like cattle in a fair.

Our pride and honour is injured

and we suffer in silence.

It is not time to shed tears.

It is time to breathe fire.

Have you forgotten

your solemn oath?

We will remember it

till our last breath.

To meet our goal

we will clash with thunder..

- We won't lose courage.

Come hell or high water..

- We will be brave!

Or death that splits us in pieces..

- We won't budge!

We shall rescue Devasena!

If we are to achieve our goal..

"Attachments become

our weakness..."

"and there is no place for

joy or celebrations."

"Our body is for our lost

Motherland, Kuntala Kingdom..."

"and soul exists

only to free Devasena."

My leader...

I heard many good things

about a warrior...

called Kattappa of Mahishmati.

I heard he is a good man.

Couldn't we ask him to help?

Karikala Kattappa Nadaar.

He is indeed a good man.

He can help us if he wants to.

But he won't...

Kattappa is a slave

the throne of Mahishmati.

Kattappa.

A sword trader, Sheik Aslam Khan

from Kabul is here to see you.

The ore is extracted from

the depths of Baghdad mines.

Purified in the furnaces

of the Golan mountains.

Crafted by the best

blacksmiths in Persia.

With this in hand...

even a child can slice

through ten banyan trees.

I call this the Sikander.

The Pride of Swords.

A wonderful sword.

But forgive me, Aslam,

this cannot match our speed.

How insulting!

Spoken words and spilled blood

can never be taken back.

Duel with my sword and

prove the worth of your words.

Does that prove

my point, Kattappa?

I have traveled

across the world

China, Persia, Mongolia, Greece.

But never seen

a warrior like you.

It will be an honour

to break bread with you.

Please come, Kattappa.

- Please forgive me, Aslam.

Slaves here do not

dine with royal guests.

Slave?

You are the head of the armoury,

how can you be a slave?

Yes, Aslam. A slave

like you have never seen before.

He forges the weapons for war.

During war, he must protect

the king with his own life.

After the war,

he should still lay by his feet.

Tell me, what will it cost

to buy your freedom?

I will pay 10, even 100 times that

to buy your freedom.

You cannot put a price

on this slave, Aslam.

My ancestors pledged that

everyone born in our clan...

will serve the throne

of Mahishmati for life.

For a pledge that

a long forgotten ancestor made

you still..

People who made the pledge

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