Y ou walk briskly outside and out along the ramparts of Alamuts walls. The Regent and your bodyguards hurry to keep up. The stars glitter in the dark sky, but clouds cover the moon, making even these well-known walkways seem ominous.
Now you see other flickering lightsbelow you, on the ground. Fires from the Persian camp. They are preparing for an attack, you are certain.
My princess, the Regent calls, perhaps it would be safer if you didnt stand so close to the edge.
You clutch the rough stone, drumming your fingers. Their numbers are great; but your convictions are greater.
Gather council, you tell the Regent. Tell them I sit in the High Temple. I must pray. You turn from the rampart and head up a winding staircase.
The Regent follows behind you, confused. The High Temple? Alamut hasnt been breached in a thousand years. He does not say it aloud but you know his concernthat the Persians will take the city and discover its secrets.
Everything changes in time, you say, without breaking stride. We should know this best of all.
T he ornate High Temple sits above the city, nestled among the clouds. You spend the night in prayer with your retinue, seeking the strength and wisdom youll need to face whats to come.
At dawn, an Alamutian soldier bursts into your sanctuary. Persians have breached the eastern gates! he cries.
All eyes turn to you. Collapse the passages to the chamber, you order. Go now, all of you. They file out of the temple, casting worried glances at you. Only a tall, elegant warrior stays behind. This is your trusted advisor, Asoka.
Above all else, you say, repeating the words youve heard all your life, it must be saved. Yes, Asoka?
Yes, Princess, Asoka says.
You kneel before an ornate column. You touch your forehead to the floor and stretch out your arms. You whisper the ancient words. There is a soft rumble, and a radiant light pours out of the column as it swings open.
You stand and step inside the revealed tabernacle. You take a glowing dagger from its resting place and wrap it in an embroidered cloth. It is more powerful than anyone might imagine.
The Dagger must be kept safe.
Should you give it to Asoka to take out of the city or should you do it yourself?
If you give it to Asoka to take to the Guardian Temple in the North,
If you believe you should take it yourself,
Y ou and Dastan have been riding all day. Up ahead you see a welcome sight: an oasis! The lush greens and blues stand out in high relief against the sandy desert.
Our journey is blessed, you say. Well stop for water, push for the mountain pass by nightfall.
I think youre enjoying telling me what to do a little too much, Dastan complains, but he grins at you.
You grin back. You are finally heading in the right direction. Youre glad you told him the truth.
The oasis is beautiful, full of tall grasses, wildflowers, and a rippling blue pool. Aksh drinks thirstily as you and Dastan fill the canteens. You hear a rustling sound and look up. Right into the face of a gawky ostrich. You stare at it. It stares at you.
As you try to understand what this means, Sheikh Amar and his armed men step out of the bushes. All of their weapons are drawn. The last time you saw this man, you ruined his ostrich-racing ring and caused a riot among his people.
Uh-oh.
We parted under rushed circumstances, Amar says coldly. We never got a chance to say good-bye.