The same people who killed our Alps got to Korpinar before we did.
They followed us to the bazaar. The degenerates were right behind us.
Clearly, he is afraid of the consequences of revealing the truth.
Being afraid is no good in the face of the death.
My God, please deliver me from spilling Muslim blood.
What are you saying, sir?
I'm suspicious of Candaroglu Ural Bey.
Unfortunately, nothing else is possible.
He didn't take it well when we sold our rugs.
He's never wanted us on these lands.
I hope Ural Bey is not so contemptible
that he would spill the blood of Muslims for a few coins, sir.
That's not all. Candar Bey was desperate to invite us to his tent,
he even got his son to invite us. That and Ural Bey's threats towards me...
If that's the case, many will die from both tribes.
There will be fierce battles ahead.
If Candar Bey doesn't sacrifice his son,
we're not strong enough to fight them.
We will find a way, Artuk Bey.
Then we will shake the tree by its roots.
If Candar Bey fails to deliver justice,
we will rip the tree out.
-One more, brother? -Sure.
Here you go, brother.
You are quite a drinker, Bamsi. And still standing, like a pillar.
My late father was a hardened drinker too.
He could drink three pints without any sort of bother.
-Three? -Yes.
Three it is, but never mind the numbers.
Now tell me something.
You bought my horse, where are you headed with your master?
-The island of Lesbos. -Lesbos?
Man, where is that?
Get on a ship in Constantinople.
Okay.
Go through the Dardanelles.
So I do, brother.
-Go straight ahead. -I'm going straight ahead.
-Keep going for a while. -I am, brother.
So I keep going, I've been through these Dardanelles. Then where am I?
Lesbos, for God's sake.
-It's an island. -An island.
It's a huge island.
-A huge island. -Yes.
Pirates take the slaves they've captured in the Mediterranean to Lesbos.
And Master Tristan...
goes to Cunda, across the island,
-buys the best slaves... -He does.
...brings them to the bazaar and sells them.
-Get it now? -I do, man. I do.
Dardanelles, Lesbos, Cunda.
-Cunda, Lesbos... -Dardanelles.
Pour us one more!
-One more glass of wine. -Yes, one more.
There you go.
Take care.
Dardanelles, Lesbos, Cunda. Dardanelles...
Lesbos, Cunda.
Dardanelles, Lesbos, Cunda. Dardanelles, Lesbos, Cunda.
-Are they downstairs, John the Baptist? -They are waiting for you, sir.
Here we go, sir.
Mentor Nicola D'artagnan.
Welcome to the residence of your loyal guards, Mentor Nicola D'artagnan.
May God bless you all.
John the Baptist, as you'll have guessed, I'm here because of Ertuğrul.
Everything you need to know about him is written here.
Mentor Petruccio of the crusader region of Antakya
wrote it himself.
After Mentor Petruccio was killed by Ertuğrul,
a young knight salvaged this book from the Turks and brought it to us.
The very last lines were written by that brave knight.
-Is he also the killer of Titus? -Yes.
-The war has begun, John the Baptist. -What do you require of me?
Ertuğrul's presence here cannot be a coincidence.
I want you to kill him immediately.
Petrus, my dear boy!
Welcome, Mentor D'artagnan.
It was a relative of Ural...
who took the dagger and killed our men.
-Aslihan? -No.
Aliyar.
Everywhere is surrounded by a mighty fog.
One does not simply see or hear the other.
The war between life and death,
conscience and gold, purity and corruption, continues.
And we are in the middle of it, sir.
People are trading and laughing with each other,
while digging each other's graves.
On one side, there are the Crusaders who set Constantinople alight.
On another, the emperor who fled from the Byzantium.
And finally, the Turks, who want to make these lands their home.
Don't forget the bandits, vandals, pirates...
The local people of these lands are crying their eyes out.
This is a complex war, sir.
As you said, it's a war between existence and extinction.
We will make our way out of this blinding fog.
We will draw our swords only once, Artuk Bey.
God willing, sir.
And once we do, these lands will meet with justice and freedom.
Is this the reason you accepted Candar Bey's invitation, sir?
Everything begins in the tent of Candar Bey, Lady Halime,
and ends under the soft light of the inn.
We have to figure our way out of this fog without making a mistake.
That's why we accepted Candar Bey's invitation.
So you want to play, Aliyar.
The one thing more dangerous than a brave enemy who knows how to fight
is an enemy who is smart enough to see and take control of the game.
The game we set was taken down. Damn it!
I will chop off your head.
What should we do now, Master Simon?
We will give the murderers of those Alps to Ertuğrul Bey.
No matter what it takes, the two Muslim tribes must fight each other.
The blood of your own kin is cursed. No one can stem it once it's spilled.
Right.
You are right, Master Simon, but we lost our only leverage against Ural.
You are wrong, dear Petrus.
Our greatest leverage is the ambition of Ural.
This ambition will be the end of him and of his tribe.
Aliyar is trying to stop the war his own way.
But it has already begun.
Esselamu aleykum ve rahmetullah.
My God,
please forgive my sins.
I raised Ural.
I took good care of him. I thought he was the great hope of the Cavdars.
Now, I'm afraid my tribe will pay the price for my sins.
Help me kill the demon inside my son, God.
I won't forget this favor, Lady Aslihan, it is much appreciated.
Bey of the Kayis.
A brave man.
Fought and won many battles.
A true gentleman.
Thank you, Lady Aslihan.
Enough is enough. Tell me everything, Lady Aslihan.
No matter how much you, my father and Ural try,
-you won't be able to hide the truth. -What do you mean, Aslihan?
We know very well who killed Ertuğrul Bey's Alps.
Lady!
How did you arrive at that conclusion?
It was Ural and you know it.
Ural is my husband and your brother.
Save the speech, Lady Colpan. Ural is bringing us closer to our doom.
As his wife, you should take care of it.
That's all I have to say.
Liar! You can't blame Ural Bey.
If I hear you speak any more lies about him you'll pay dearly for it.
And that's all I have to say.
I've prepared the gifts we'll take tomorrow.
These are fine gifts.
Small, but valuable.
The most valuable thing...
is to be a guest in his tent with my wife and mother.
Only if they understand its value.
With all your suspicions about Ural Bey...
I have no doubts about Candar Bey, Aliyar or Lady Aslihan.
-Who is Lady Aslihan? -Candar Bey's daughter.
She helped sell the rugs.
Is that so?
She must be a very kind woman.
Your wound is worse.
It'll heal.
Before it does, those who wounded me will pay for what they've done.
I don't doubt that, sir.
But how did Aliyar acquire the dagger of Batuhan?
Before long, I will figure out...
who is behind this.
Simon's sister found Turgut, right?
-What is her name? -Maria.
What if she found the dagger?
-Then it was Simon. -What's done is done, sir.
Candar Bey is watching every step you take, every move you make.
As if all this wasn't enough, he appointed Aliyar to protect me.
And Aslihan knows everything.
The situation has gotten out of control.
What are you implying, my Çolpan?
It's high time we took control of the tribe and the bazaar.
Simon and your father won't put up with you for much longer.
Aslihan and Aliyar will see to that.
I can't let that happen. No.
I will crush whoever stands in my way.
-Don't you know that, my Çolpan? -What about your father?
Will you crush him, too?
Do you doubt me, my Colpan?
Of course not. Never.
Get up!
We have business with you.
-Selamun aleykum. -Aleykum selam.
I can't even look at your...
or at the faces of these young Alps, sir.
It wasn't gold that kept us here for a thousand years, Hacaturyan.
And it never will be.
We follow God's path. Our destination is clear.
This old head of mine didn't show me the right way.
But if I go once more, I can find the right path.
Give me one more chance, sir.
That's enough, craftsman Hacaturyan.
Go and rest.
If you want to pay your debt to me,
go and lead a peaceful life in my tribe.
Share your wisdom with the young,
so that they may have the most valuable asset in the world: a profession.
-Do you understand? -I do, sir.
Brother, Abdurrahman told us what happened. How is Turgut Alp?
He will get better, with God's permission.
We are to be guests of Candar Bey. The tribe is yours to protect.
Are these the men who killed the Kayi Alps
and burned the rugs?
Yes, sir.
Is that all of them?
Yes, sir.
We alone will know what Ural did, right?
Yes, sir.
Are you man enough to keep such a secret, Batuhan?
I am, sir.
We will see, we will see.
What will you do now?
I will tell you every single step Ural Bey takes, sir.
Have no doubts, Mentor Nicola. Ertuğrul will die.
You'll pay a grand price if you delay this mission, John the Baptist.
I can't understand why you're so afraid of a Turk.
You don't know him. You'll understand more once you've read the book.
If I kill him, I'll never know if he is the Sultan's spy.
I need more time.
Until Easter then, Simon.
If Ertuğrul isn't dead by then, the council will send someone else here.
As you wish, Mentor Nicola.
Saadeddin Kopek will be here soon.
Don't forget, he'll be your closest ally.
You both have the same enemy. Sultan Alaaddin.
The only reason you have such an important mission at this young age
is my trust in you.
Don't let me down in the eyes of the council.
They are coming.
Here he comes with his family.
Yes, the tribe of Kayi.
-Abdurrahman. -Yes, sir.
As I said, stay sharp. Keep a close watch of Ural and Batuhan.
Don't worry, sir.
-Welcome. -Welcome, sir.
Where is Ural, Lady Çolpan?
Must have important business, sir.
Brave Alps of Cavdar!
-Selamun aleykum. -Aleykum selam.
Welcome to my home, Ertuğrul Bey. We are honored to have you here.
The honor is mine, Candar Bey.
Lady Hayme, my mother.
Lady Halime, my wife.
Our loyal doctor, Artuk Bey.
Welcome, all of you. Aliyar, my son...
Aslihan, my daughter...
Lady Çolpan, wife of Ural Bey. He will be here soon.
Go ahead, come in.
Ertuğrul Bey and his family have arrived, sir.
Very well.
-What happened with the old man? -Just like you said, sir.
He killed the men with whom we raided the Kayi caravan.
Is that all? What else?
He wants to know every move you make.
Good, then you'll tell him everything.
Let's not keep the guests waiting. Come on.
Thank you.
No peace or trade is possible where bandits roam free.
I assure you I'll do all I can to help
when you go after those bandits, Ertuğrul Bey.
I want you to know that we are sorry for your martyrs, Ertuğrul Bey.
We can't find peace or prosperity in these unclaimed lands.
Order can be provided by a certain man, Aliyar Bey. Sultan Alaaddin.
Who has the duty until that holy day comes and our flag dances in the wind?
It's our duty...
to stop the bandits and restore order.
We have to protect our religion, honor and goods
until that day comes.
-Selamun aleykum. -Aleykum selam.
Do I have your permission, sir?
Go ahead, Ural Bey, sit.
Welcome.
Thank you.
-I was waiting for you. -Really, sir?
Ertuğrul Bey says it's our duty
to restore order in these lands.
And to stop the bandits.
I wish to make a pact with this brave and honorable Bey and live in peace.
That's why I wanted to take the first step.
The Venetians want 1,500 rugs from us.
It's almost impossible to deliver such an order until spring.
But if the skilled ladies of the two tribes join forces,
then I say everyone will win.
What are you saying, sir?
As a token of our friendship, I offer business to the Kayis.
I have already said what's on my mind.
The important thing now is to find out what's on Ertuğrul Bey's mind.
First of all, you honor us, Candar Bey.
We believe prosperity comes from God.
We can at best appreciate the middleman.
Before giving a response, I'd like to discuss it with my family.
I value their opinions.
You are right, Ertuğrul Bey.
This partnership would affect both the men and the women of each tribe.
I don't want anything to spoil my hosting you and your family here tonight.
We'll see what the new day holds for us.
HANLI BAZAAR
-Do I have your permission, Master Simon? -Come, Petrus.
-Everything is ready for the ceremony. -I'm coming, Petrus.
Candar Bey is hosting Ertuğrul and his family tonight.
Wise old man Candar.
So he figured out Ural was the one who led the raid.
He's trying to end the war before it even begins.
We'll soon see what comes of it.
This business has come to us in our time of need.
But I can't help wondering about something.
Why are they offering this to us?
No gazelle runs to its hunter, mother.
Candar Bey has his reasons.
It is payment for our Alps' blood.
Our two tribes are not at war. Why would they pay the price?
Who benefits from our rugs being burned? And who has made a loss?
I suspect Ural Bey burned our rugs and killed our Alps.
Subtitle translation by Ediz Faruk Gulfirat