Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Page #3

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you should do well.

- Oh, and what's that?

- Making sure his wine glass stays full.

I'm told that another of my sons

has joined the rank of great Persian Warrior.

- We missed you, father.

- I was praying for you and your brothers, Dastan.

Family, the bond between brothers

that is the sword, that defends our empire.

And I pray that that sword

remains strong.

I was hoping my actions

would spare our men unnecessary losses.

A good man would've done

as you did, Dastan.

Acting boldly and courageously

to bring the victory and spare lives.

A great man would've stopped

the attack from happening at all,

a great man would've stopped

what he knew to be wrong,

no matter who was ordering.

The boy I saw in that square,

was capable of being

more than just good,

but of being...great.

Well in the meantime,

I have a gift for you.

Some questiones the wisdom of my

bringing a boy from the streets into my family.

I saw a boy whose blood

wasn't noble,

but whose character was,

a King in spirit.

Thank you, father.

May I present,

the prayer robe of Alamut's regent.

What can I grant you, in return?

May I present the princess Tamina.

Tus wishes to make a union

with her people through marriage.

It is my deepest wish

that this win your approval.

In all my travels, I have never looked

upon a more beautiful city, Your Highness.

You should've seen it before your

horde of camel-ridding illiterates descended upon it.

Clear as you will make a fine queen.

But...Tus already has enough wives.

You Dastan, might take fewer chances,

if such a jewel

waited you in your chamber.

The princess of Alamut

will be your first wife.

Oh, what say you, Dastan?

He plunges into a hundred foes without thought,

but before marriage, he stands frozen with fear,

and that's for those who say

he's not yet wise.

I need a drink.

Stand aside.

Out of my way!

- Father...

- Oh, God help us, the robe, it's poisoned!

- Somebody help him!

- The robe Dastan gave him!

- Why?!

- Somebody help him!

- Seize the murderer!

- Somebody help him!

- Bis! Bis!

- Come with me!

- What do you think you're doing?

- I can get us out of here!

- You're going to need my help.

- Come on!

- Close the gate!

- That way!

Close the gate!

Get down!

There, onto the murderer!

He's on my horse! He stole my horse!

My loyal subjects, the whole world

grieves at the death of our beloved King.

We are all stricken

by his loss.

But the murder came at prince

Dastan's hand, only makes our pain worse.

I didn't murder my father.

That robe was given to me by my brother.

- Tus did this.

- And now he stands to be crowned king.

I didn't kill my father.

- I believe you.

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