:05:01
And they ran back in terror and in awe.
And covered their ears.
:05:06
For this was the Mother of Voices.
:05:21
Thank you, my friends,
for listening to my story.
:05:26
A romance, you think?
A legend?
:05:30
No, my friends.
:05:32
May Allah strike me dead
if all I have told you is not true.
:05:38
Somewhere...
:05:39
...lost, stolen,
perhaps hidden away...
:05:43
...hangs that great golden bell.
:05:46
Where? What happened to the bell?
:05:49
There are those who know.
:05:51
Do you?
:05:54
Perhaps.
:05:55
- Tell us!
- What became of the bell?
:05:59
Now wait. Wait, my friends.
:06:02
First I must have encouragement.
:06:11
My friend, thank you. Thank you.
:06:14
Please. Please?
Please, my friend.
:06:17
How can we believe a man
with eyes as pale as yours?
:06:21
I am a Circassian.
I have the eyes of the north. Please.
:06:26
You have the cold look of a liar.
:06:30
I come from Byzantium, my friend.
That is how I know about the bell.
:06:35
And you?
:06:45
Take him.