Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Page #5

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another knife. Not even very sharp.

- This sand, is there more of it?

- Of course not.

- How can I get some?

- Try standing on your head

and holding your breath.

Did you see

what you're looking for, prince?

Start walking.

So, if you can't prove to your uncle

how the Dagger works,

why on the world would

he believe you?

It's not your problem, princess.

You know, you really walk like one.

Head held high, chest out,

long stomping strides.

The walk of a self-satisfied

Persian prince.

No doubt it comes from being told

since birth, the world is yours,

- And you actually believing it.

- I wasn't born in a palace like you!

I was born in the slums of Nasaf,

where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.

- And how did you become a prince?

- The king, marches the market one day,

and he... I don't know, he...

He found me.

He took me in, he gave me

a family, he gave me a home.

What you're looking at is,

the walk of a man, who just lost everything.

Welcome to the Valley of Slaves,

Your Highness.

- I'm desperate for a drop of water.

- Well, there's more than we have

since you emptied our canteen hours ago.

I wasn't born in this desert like

you Persians, all shriveled and angry.

- My constitution is much more... delicate.

- I think you mean spoiled.

The wells of Alamut are fame

for their clean, cold water.

Perhaps less time admiring your wells,

and more time guarding your walls,

and you wouldn't be here.

Ah, a miracle, I've silenced a princess!

Tamina?

Tamina?

Can you hear me?

Yes, Dastan,

I can hear you.

Do you know

where you are Persian?

And yet you're enter still?

In the heart of Sudan there's

a tribe of warriors, known as the M'Baka.

They strike fear into the hearts

of all they cross.

The M'Baka, are masters

of the throwing knife.

Wielding blades, said to have been blessed

by the Creator, Himself.

Their aim is so murderously accurate,

they can decapitate three men,

with one strike.

No. I wouldn't even bother doing that,

if I were you. Do you know why?

This is Seso, he is a M'Baka,

I have the good fortune of saving his life,

which means, he is now

enduringly indebted to me.

So tell me Persian,

is there any good reason why I shouldn't

tell Seso, to put his next throw

so little higher?

So, this is the one, eh?

Yes, you're right,

she's not bad.

She could smell better than that.

Still we have a deal.

- Clever princess.

- Deal?

What deal?

- Such a noble prince.

- Such a gentle princess.

I've taken you over with my fainting act,

eagerly leaping to assist the foreign beauty.

- Who said you're a beauty?

- There's must be a reason

why you can't take your

eyes off me.

You're... I...

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