And they passed through Tailian, where the great salt mountains are.

And they passed through Badashan, where the mountains of the rubies are.

And they passed through Kashmir, whose women are very beautiful, and whose magicians weave the strongest spells in the world...
And moons were born and died...
And they came to Alamoot, the fortess of Senex de Monte, the Old Man of the Mountain, the King of the Assassins, the greatest wizard of all time...
Now this is the tale of the Old Man the Mountain.
Whenever within his dominions there was a fine young horseman, the Old Man would put a spell on him and draw him to the Castle of Alamoot, and outside of the castle sleep would come on him.

And when he woke up, he would be inside the castle, in the wonderful gardens.

And they'd tell him he was dead and in paradise.