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Judge and Executioner

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  • Basim: The Mazalim courts are close. Dervis once told me it is where the commons can appeal when justice itself is dealt unjustly. My father once said, to know the measure of a man, ask those who work beneath him. These judges must know the Governor better than most.

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  • Basim: Greetings, sayyidi. I wonder if I could ask you some questions about the Governor, Muhammad ibn Tahir.
  • 'Adil ibn Munsif: I am not underpaid to answer questions. I suggest you make this worth my time. Otherwise...

He motions for Basim to leave.

  • Basim: Would you accept this token of appreciation from a humble citizen?
  • 'Adil ibn Munsif: Hmm. I would. As a start.

[this should be inside the other tabber, but i'm not looking for that code rn]

  • Basim: You drive a hard bargain. Too hard.
  • 'Adil ibn Munsif: Wait. A rival has uncovered documents that could see me dragged before my own court. Bring them here and I'll answer your questions.
  • Basim: I will see what I can do.

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  • Civilian: Abu 'Abdallah should be tried for treason. If her were in my court, why I... Well, it is better left unsaid.

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  • Basim: A little ill for a greater good. But it leaves a bad taste.

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  • Basim: I have what you asked for.

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  • Basim: Now ... what do you know about the Governor?
  • 'Adil ibn Munsif: He's feared. Respected. Dedicated to the rule of law, order.
  • Basim: That is all you know? You were here. Muhammad ibn Tahir keeps office at the courts!
  • 'Adil ibn Munsif: At the Shurta Courts, not the Mazalim. He does keep spies here. One scuttles back to his office every day at noon. Goodbye now.

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  • Basim: That messenger could lead me to the Governor's office ... and whatever secrets he buries there.

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  • Basim: There you are, just as I thought.

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  • Messenger: Stay alert ... something is amiss.
  • Soldier: Yes, sayyidi.

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  • Basim: Good. Now stay where I can see you, would you?

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  • Basim: Dervis always warned me I would be dragged to the Shurta. Who would have imagined I would walk in willingly?

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  • Soldier: Has the governor returned?
  • Soldier: I am not sure. I did not see him go upstairs.

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  • Soldier: It's been mad in the streets today. If it's not Abu 'Abdallah's thugssowing chaos, it's the damn rebels!
  • Soldier: It's all we can do to keep riots from breaking out. The Governor has a plan. He will see us through this storm.

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For the Governor's Eyes Only

Some still clamor for the claim of Abu ‘Abdallah. They are not many, but they are loud and determined to drown out any voice of reason. It seems that every time the outcry ebbs and the dust threatens to settle, an unseen hand rakes itself through the dirt, clouding our sight and prompting fresh outrage. Whose hand I cannot guess, but I would stay it and staunch this chaos.

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  • Basim: Muhammad ibn Tahir's office, at last.

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Resignation of Abu 'Abdallah

With a heavy heart, I, Abu 'Abdallah, swear allegiance to our Caliph regnant and avow that I will not seek the throne while he is living.

Signed Il Shawwal.
  • Basim: Abu 'Abdallah swears allegiance to the Caliph, and that he will not seek the throne himself...

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"Ocean, Desert, Cobra, Dove"

Rage as the Ocean,
I'll sweeten your storms;

Scorch as the desert,
I'll bathe in your heat;

Strike as the cobra,
but plunge in my breast;

Soar as the dove,
but alight in my nest;

Where you go, there I'll go;
Where you rest, there I'll rest.
  • Basim: "Ocean, Desert, Cobra, Dove." It seems he is an admirer of Arib the Poet.

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Letter from the Tahirids

Cousin, per your request all terms with Alamut are hereby voided; our pledge of protection revoked; our offer of asylum rescinded.

Abdallah ibn Tahir

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  • Basim: A man who puppets the powerful, who seeks to purge the Hidden Ones at Alamut... I have seen enough.

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13:53 - 16:10 [137]

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  • Basim: Letter or no, Governor Muhammad is no friend to the Hidden Ones.

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The Servant and the Impostor

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  • Basim: They say the Harem is home to hundreds, secluded and kept from sight of men. This place may be more secret than Alamut.

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  • Basim: They say no man may enter the Harem unless he is a Eunuch ... or the Caliph himself. I am neither, so this could be interesting.

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  • Farah: Her influence wanes, her followers dwindle by the day!
  • Makira: Qabiha is a great woman, Farah.
  • Farah: Hm, she was, while Al-Mutawakkil lived. But her son did not suceed him, and her time has come and gone.
  • Nasrin: When her tide ebbs, will you be swept with it to the sea?
  • Makira: I do not like to get involved in politics, Nasrin.
  • Nasrin: Please. We know what you are.
  • Farah: Enough. The new Eunuchs will be arriving any minute. Meet them at the gate, Makira, and try not to make a mess of it. Come, Nasrin.
  • Basim: New servants mean new faces in the Harem... If I had a Eunuch's uniform, I could slip in among them.

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  • Basim: That man seems happy to bask in the sun... Perhaps I should spare him the trouble of dressing for duty.

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  • Eunuch: No, no, no! Give that back!
  • Basim: We will all be naked on Judgement Day, brother!

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  • Basim: A bit tight across the chest ... and gut.

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  • Basim: Hopefully this will work.

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  • Abbas: Tamahhal! (Slow down!) Do I know you?
  • Basim: I doubt you would, this is my first day. I would hate to be late!

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  • Basim: Makira! As-salamu 'alaikum!
  • Abbas: You know him, Makira?
  • Makira: Um. I...
  • Basim: What? You have forgotten me already?
  • Makira: No, no, I ... I'm sorry, it has been a long--
  • Basim: That is all right, fair one. My face is quite forgettable. Unlike your own. Farah is expecting me. Between us, she terrifies me! Please do not make me late for her.
  • Makira: Let him in, 'Abbas.

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  • Basim: Baraka Allah feek (May God bless you), sayyidati.

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A Word from the Fallen

Young one,

My rivals will soon oust me. I had urged ambition, caught them to climb. I cannor complain at being outstripped.

You can only rise or fall: there is no clinging to the wall. If the wind does not knock you from your perch then others will on their ascent. Do not lose your footing: the maw of chaos gapes below. I suffered its jaws. I'd spare you the same.

- Qabiha


  • Makira: One dead, the other disgraced. No one will hear them now.
  • Basim: Ya si'la' (treacherous hag), what are you?
  • Makira: Loyal. In Qabiha's absence I defend her throne from those who would supplant her.
  • Basim: Her office is empty. She has abandoned you, Makira. You serve a faithless mistress.
  • Makira: She will return from the Palace when the danger has passed.
  • Basim: You really should not have told me that.
  • Makira: It makes no difference. You will never find her. Now, play nice, those are children present.

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  • Makira: Nice uniform, by the way. Suits you.

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  • Basim: I can do nothing for Farah ... but if Qabiha is the Head of the Order, I could still spare those who have yet to suffer at her hands.

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The Fox and the Hunter

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  • Basim: What beautiful homes ... far different from the slums of Anbar.

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  • Basim: The home of the poetess.

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  • Basim: Adoring fans? They are very well-armed if so.

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  • Basim: Let us hope she is home.

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  • Arib: You will not bar mme from my guests! This is my house!
  • Patron: Bought with my generosity!
  • Arib: Bought by my genius!

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  • Patron: For tokens, favors, and personal dedications, you may find Sayyida Arib in the garden after her recital. Good day.
  • Basim: You must be her patron! It is an honor, sayyidi. If I may, I seek a private audience with the poetess.
  • Patron: Do you.
  • Basim: I have been moved beyond words by her ... words. "Symmetry of Sky and Sea..." I only wish to express my sincere admiration.
  • Patron: Pretty words. Nearly as pretty as hers. And just as false. We both know what mask she wears, don't we?
  • Basim: Mask, sayyidi?'
  • Patron: Enough, "sayyidi". I know what you are, and I know why you've come. You think I haven't seen you skulking in the shadows? She is no longer party to your plots. Your secret meetings, your foolish nicknames. I have scrubbed her clean of them. For I have set a watch on her door. My men dog her recitals. Every letter she's had of you, I have shredded or sent back!
  • Basim: Sent back?
  • Patron: Youll find them piled at the Postal Bureau. Burn them, bury them, do what you will. You can choke on them for all I care.

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  • Basim: Foolish nicknames, secret meetings ... the patron may have thought me a member of the Order of the Ancients. The piles of letters at the Postal Bureau may reveal more... Let us see what mask you wear, Poetess.

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  • Basim: The Postal Bureau. I will do as the 'Uyun (spies) do, sift through strangers' mail and sniff out conspiracies.

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  • Basim: There must be mail here from every corner of the Caliphate... Now to find Arib's.

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Payment Overdue Letter

Please note that your payment of fifteen dinars is overdue and must be remitted no later than 20 Safar or you will be subject to an additional fine.
  • Basim: "Please note that your payment of fifteen dinars is overdue and must be..." No.

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Treasonous Letter

Abu 'Abdallah is the true Caliph and will soon reclaim his stolen throne. The time is near at hand. Wait for my signal.
  • Basim: "Abu 'Abdallah is the true Caliph and will soon reclaim his stolen throne..." I will leave this one for the 'Uyun.

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Admirer's Letter

Dearest Arib, your poetry has touched me deeply. You are my oasis, lush and plentiful, your words soothe my weathered soul. Tell me you feel the same.
  • Basim: "Dearest Arib, your poetry has touched me deeply. You are my oasis, lush and..." Ya lalqaraf. (Yuck.)

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Threatening Letter

You jape and jig for the base pleasure of your betters and pave their path to ruin. Silence your song of sin or I will do it for you.
  • Basim: "Silence your song of sin or I will do it for you." How kind. Moving on...

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Strange Letter

After the honey drips from her lips, Al-Tha'lab leaves the garden and follows the mouse.
  • Basim: "After the honey drips from her lips, Al-Tha'lab (The Fox) leaves the garden and follows the mouse." Secret Order correspondence? Bad poetry? A bit of both? Arib could be Al-Tha'lab. The patron spoke of a recital in the gardens... I could give this letter to Arib and see where the vixen leads me.

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  • Basim: I will go to the garden, give Al Tha'lab her letter, and follow where she goes.

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  • Arib: "Rage as the ocean, I'll sweeten your storms. Scorch as the desert, I'll bathe in your heat. Strike as the cobra..."

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  • Arib: "Be you ocean, desert, cobra, dove, all shapes and humors will I embrace."

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  • Arib: Hello there .. have we met? Come, don't be shy! I rarely bite and I never leave a mark.

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  • Arib: It seems there's no privacy in the public eye.

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  • Arib: How came you by that letter? Who put you up to this?
  • Basim: I work in the dark to serve the light.
  • Arib: I've met the men who "serve the light". It seems its glare oft leaves them blind. Are your masters so blinkered and bumbling?

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  • Patron: You were warned, you son of a dog! Come, Arib! We wll set no tongues to wagging here.
  • Arib: Yours is the tongue that will not still itself, even when I beg for silence.
  • Patron: You spurn the counsel of he who raised you and without whom you would still be nothing!
  • Arib: I raised myself. I authored myself. I have written myself into history. You are banished from my pages, now be gone!
  • Patron: How could I leave you to wolves such as these? You're a woman alone, unharmed...
  • Arib: Words are weapons enough for me.
  • Patron: Than let us see what defense they offer. Take her.
  • Basim: There is somewhere the sayyida needs to be. And you are delaying her.
  • Arib: It seems that words can summon shields.

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  • Basim: We will need to make this quick.

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  • Basim: Arib has left for her secret meeting. I must hurry.

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  • Basim: The letter commanded Al-Tha'lab to leave the garden and follow the mouse. Perharps Arib is not lost to me yet.

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  • Basim: How far will the fox flee?

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  • Basim: Yet another painted mouse.

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  • Basim: Another crumb to follow. I am growing tired of this chase.

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  • Arib: "Follow the mouse." Really?

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  • Sara: You should bring him before the Mazalim Court!
  • Arib: But he thinks only of my reputation, Sara! To safeguard success I must be palatable. Discreet. He fears I am too proud.
  • Sara: You? Never.
  • Arib: I write that love is feral and free, unbound by stricture or statute. Should I not practice what I publish?
  • Sara: Practice makes perfect. It also makes enemies.
  • Arib: So be it, but let me choose them. Courtiers, Caliphs, patrons, partners, so many men have tried to decide my enemies ... and friends. Though Allah knows I once chose poorly.
  • Sara: He hid himself well. And a poet needs patrons, even one so great as Al-Tha'lab.
  • Arib: Well, I have my pick.
  • Sara: Good. There's troubled times ahead.
  • Arib: I will be fine. I have survived six Caliphs. I will survive--
  • Sara: Six more.
  • Arib: Don't worry, Sara. I'll kiss the rings I need to kiss but I will not be bound again. Not by anyone.

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  • Basim: Secret meanings, coded names... There is no trace of the Order here. Still, she has her pick of patrons... Maybe the Head of the Order is not Arib herself, but an admirer.

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One Final Counsel

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  • Basim: I have seen enough from my three subjects. Time to seek Roshan's counsel, and end this once and for all.

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  • Roshan: Basim. Have you investigated your three subjects? If not, then your work is not complete. You appear decided, Basim. What have you learned?
  • Basim: Arib is innocent. The Governor, less so. He made a deal with the Order and removed his cousins' protection from Alamut.
  • Roshan: Tabban (damn it), just as we had feared. We've been bared to our enemies.
  • Basim: Yes. In exchange for Abu 'Abdallah renouncing his claim to the throne. He cedes his crown to suit the Order, led by--
  • Roshan: His mother, Qabiha, is the head of the snake. Where is she now?
  • Basim: Fled to the palace. If we act now, we can spare Alamut. Give me the feather, Master!
  • Roshan: Qabiha will meet swift justice. And I will be the one to deliver it.
  • Basim: What? What are you saying?
  • Roshan: That a more seasoned hand is needed. The last time you entered a palace, you left it in disarray. To put it lightly.
  • Basim: Have I not proven myself since? Master, I have earned the right--
  • Roshan: Earned what? The right to kill?

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  • Basim: No, no, that is not--
  • Roshan: A blow from one of us is a blow for all of us. Or does your ego demand the honor?

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  • Basim: It is not ego, Master. It is duty. I took an oath to leave my life behind, to walk the shadows and to serve the light. I mean to.
  • Roshan: Qabiha is more dangerous than her underlings. Strike quickly and end this. Do not hesitate.

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  • Nehal: Blood from a stone. Who is she to keep you from Qabiha, or to tell you when to strike?
  • Basim: My Master and mentor, without whom I would be nothing but a corpse in the streets of Anbar. You spy on me now?
  • Nehal: Always. So you will swallow your questions, strike at her enemies, serve without complaint... and live your life dogged by a jinni in the hovel you once hoped to escape! You know where to find me when your "duty" is done.

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Missing

Judge and Executioner
13:53 - 16:10 [137]
The Servant and the Impostor
05:00 - 17:00 [12 min]
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