"Good; our loving converse will be easier, and for the rest--well, the whims of women change.

Now, you messengers of Salah-ed-din, begone, lest I send you on a longer journey, and tell your master that if he dares to lift his standards against my walls my fedais shall speak with him.

By day and by night, not for one moment shall he be safe.
Poison shall lurk in his cup and a dagger in his bed.

Let him kill a hundred of them, and another hundred shall appear.

His most trusted guards shall be his executioners.