Arabian Nights Page #2

I can't go through with this.

I can't pick a poor girl from the Harem

knowing I'm condemning her to death!

I may have a way out for you, father.

I'll marry Sultan Schahriar myself.

I won't let you sacrifice yourself for me.

I'm not doing it for you, Father... I'm

not even doing it to save the girls

In the Harem...

I'm doing it for Schahriar and myself.

I love him.

No, you love the boy he

was, not the man he is.

That boy is still there in him.

You'd have to dig very,

very deep to find him...

He's changed completely!...

It's not just betrayal by his wife and

brother...absolute power has eaten his soul.

I know him... you think you

can change him, but you can't.

I don't believe that.

Scheherazade, listen to me,

listen! You are all I have.

I beg you, I beg you! Don't do this!

I can save him from

himself... I don't know how,

But I've made up my mind.

I know I can do it.

Daughter, when you walk

out onto that balcony,

You will be married and you will have

signed your own death certificate.

If you love me, please, please,

please, please don't do this.

I know what I'm doing, Father.

You don't. You have no

idea what you're doing.

Sire, your brother, Schahzenan,

wishes to offer his blessings.

May they choke him.

Think of the people. Show

them you're brothers again.

I hope you have better

luck this time, brother.

Your late wife loved me from the first.

How will we know when Sultan's ready?

He'll call...

I think pink will suit the Sultaness.

You have such good taste, Chief.

Sire, do you remember me?

From when we were children.

We played together here in the

palace... then I went away.

I don't remember anything

about my childhood.

What's to remember? I was

a child! Why should l?

What is it, Sire?

I don't trust you.

There's something going

on I don't know about.

Your Giafar's daughter, yet he let you...

Marry me.

Oh, I dream too much...

Forty nights...

Can't sleep, so I dream.

My father always takes a glass of wine

and a biscuit before going to bed.

This isn't a night when a

man is supposed to sleep.

There.

Is something the matter?

That biscuit has sesame seeds...

I don't like sesame seeds...

Did I say something funny?

No. It's just that " sesame seeds"

remind me of a wonderful story...

Would you like to hear it?

I don't like stories.

You will this one. It's about

Ali Baba and the forty thieves.

Forty thieves?...

Forty nights of dreaming,

and now Forty Thieves...

That's strange!

Yes, but no stranger than the story itself.

You see, Ali Baba was a poor young

man who lived outside Damascus.

His best friend had a hump,

four legs and very big teeth.

Saffrow was one of the

wisest camels in all Syria.

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