Black Gold Page #3

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My beauty....

Fly for me.

Ooh she is so beautiful.

Please, no no!

Prince Auda must have known about his brothers plan.

He is clearlly ccomplicant to this heinous crime.

You've always been a brother to me, anyway.

It is said that every man has three tasks to accomplish in this world.

To plant a palm tree, to dig a well..

And to father a son.

Have you already accomplished one of the three?

I shall peermit you...

with ALLAH'S blessing.

To start with the easiest of the three.

Instead of trying,

The remaining hostage, Auda,

Brother of the evil murderer Saleh.

Nesib,

king Of Hobeika.

Over lords of The Southern Tribes,

Has threw a stunning act of clemency,

Seen fit to adopt Auda,

Into his own family.

And offer in the sacred bonds of marriage,

His daughter, Princess Leyla.

Sign here.

Just Sign!

I hereby declare the previous treaty between the House Of Amar,

And the House Of Nesib

Null and void.

Let us recite Al Fatiha.

Go! Go!

Over there!

It is a token of my appreciation.

They are made in a place called...

Switzerland!

Sir! King Nesib...

Be sure that all the Beni Sirris are proud to be with you, Thank you.

Ooh... the Beni Sirris are very welcome in the house.

This is for you.

I have one exactly like this.

We are now brothers. You and me brothers

Don't forget it.

Brothers!

How long has it been?

You remember.

You were so exotic,

Like a boy from a book.

Would you like to see, what I look like now?

You are allowed to unviel me.

I have had myself....

Dressed as a Bedouin girl for you.

You don't like it?

I would never imagine that you...

Would become so beautiful.

Please Princess, can't you see this is a trap?

A trap?

How?

The only reason your father wants us married,

Is so I no longer be a hostage.

So he would be free to go to battle with my father.

This wasn't a wedding,

It was a declaration of war.

I could have gone to Salmaah.

I should have gone.

As Nesib's Emissary.

Who is better suited than me to talk to my own father?

Why did no body think of that?

Because they are blind to me.

And if we get married,

There is no room to maneuver.

Are we not married already?

Strictly speaking, not yet.

Its just politics Princess, politics....

Then, all these years I have been....

Spying on you through this moucharabiehs.

When you walked down the library, weight down with your books,

Looking so wise and serious...

Thats politics?

You were promised to Ibn Idris.No! No!

I was promised to no man.

I went to my father,

And I chose you.

Me...

But you haven't chosen Saleh? Saleh....

He is a good brother to you.

But to me, he is just an another Arab Prince,

with a falcon who worships the past.

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