Devil of the Desert Against the Son of Hercules

SORAYA SLAVE OF THE ORIENT

with KIRK MORRIS and MICHELE GIRARDON

They're coming.

Right.

Open the gate!

Please excuse me.

Guards, your officer wants you right away!

Change clothes with them!

Father!

Ganor, you killed my father to whom you owed everything!

You'll pay for this betrayal!

Daikor!

You'll never seize this city, Ganor.

The people will rebel against you.

Take him away!

No!

Daikor!

Don't worry about your brother. I'm sure you can convince me to spare him.

Now's your chance. You must reach our mountain tribes.

Tell them to get ready, we need to prepare for an attack.

Look out, they're coming!

Put him in chains.

No! Leave me alone!

The town is ours, Rabek. Thanks to your strategy Ganor now rules the city.

You owe me an answer. I truly hope you haven't forgotten.

Because I'm not in the habit of repeating myself.

I loathe you.

A traitor!

You seem to forget the kingdom is mine, Soraya.

You will now obey me.

Without me, you have no legal right to the kingdom.

No, Ganor, you're helpless and you know it.

And you'll wait forever before I give in to you!

You're wrong, Soraya. You'll be my queen.

With or without consent!

You miserable wench!

You'll see...I'll take you and that royal temper of yours!

No!

Leave me alone! I'll never be yours! Never!

- Stop! - No! - Stop!

What happened?

She killed herself.

She threw herself into the river.

- I'll have her rescued. - No, no.

I hope the crocodiles tear her to pieces.

She never would have obeyed me.

But it doesn't matter now.

Hey!

Aimu, you've been in the water long enough. Come out now.

Wonderful!

Tell me, Aimu, do you think this little fish will satisfy both our appetites?

I'm afraid we'll have to do some more hunting!

It's a woman!

Look, it's the seal of king Sandor.

Who are you? Where...

Don't worry, you're among friends here.

I'm Antares of Bitina. But who are you?

Why are you afraid to talk? I can be of some help to you, but at least tell me what happened.

What difference does it make, when you're only a slave?

Well, it can make a great difference, if the woman enslaved is a royal princess.

Hurry now, Aimu, go to the camp and bring our horses here.

And come right back!

Who's that boy? Is he a mute?

Yes.

My village was destroyed by bandits. My sister tried to flee and was killed.

The others...were massacred. I wasn't at home.

When I came back, only the boy was still alive.

They spared him after they cut out his tongue.

The only witness to this tragedy can't speak.

I will avenge this massacre. I'm looking for the man who ordered it.

I won't rest until I find him. It's my sole purpose in life.

I'll find him and make him pay. -Do you know him?

No, not yet. The only trace I have is a rare, special sign.

The boy keeps drawing it.

I don't understand it, but I'll find out.

Please tell, what brought you here? You needn't fear.

Yes.

Well, what have we here? Where are you coming from?

Answer me. Can't you hear? Answer me!

Idiot! This way we'll know nothing.

Forward!

There was nothing I could do. Ganor controls the city...

and there's no one to reclaim the throne that is rightfully mine.

Why don't you try to get some rest now? Later we can decide what to do.

No!

No, no! Let me go! Antares!

Be careful! Can't you see you're brusing her? Get your paws off of her!

You're ruining a costly treasure.

Have no fear, they won't hurt you.

- You're worth too much to us. - Let me go!

No!

Antares! Antares! Antares!

Either you talk or I'll rip your eyes out! Who was that man?

I'll talk! He's Murad...and he works for Akrim, a slave trader...

and the....

Aimu! Aimu, where are you?

Wake up, boy.

Another caravan is arriving!

Welcome to our market, your Highness.

- Where is my tent? - This way, your Highness.

Put everything in it's right place. There, now.

Akrim! Akrim! You can't imagine how many noble customers have arrived!

Akrim! Akrim! Don't you want to greet them? Have you no respect for the kings of the Orient? Akrim!

Come for just a moment! The camp is full, I tell you!

Abdul, here comes the Emir Kamal.

Welcome, Highness.

This way, please.

You'll have a great auction tomorrow, Abdul.

There's no doubt now that tomorrow we'll have the greatest slave auction in all of history!

Let go of me! Leave me alone!

Don't touch me! Leave me alone!

Look what I have found for your market, Akrim.

Ah, this must surely be the hand of providence, Murad!

The flower to complete my collection!

Murad, bring Adanna here.

You haven't any right to keep me here.

No right? Are you sure?

I'm a queen.

You are a slave. But you will remain here only for tonight.

Tomorrow you will bring a price that only a king can afford to pay.

Adanna, you will take care of this young creature.

Have her rest up and then prepare her with our costliest jewels...

and most audacious veils.

Murad, where did you find her?

Near the river, with a strongman who took 5 of my best men from me.

You'll have to sell her for a high price to cover my expenses.

Abdul, you're the most skillful slave auctioneer in the entire Orient.

So I needn't tell you the girl will be sold last, and for an astronomical price.

Yes, you can rely on that.

I'll see to it that you're well paid.

And now let us drink to our good fortune.

Tomorrow's market will bring a rich reward, won't it, Abdul?

That's the slave market.

Come, lad.

Come.

In all honesty, I say in all honesty...

have you ever seen a more beautiful, more stupendous, more angelic creature?

Lips like ruby wine, and then her eyes...

green like emeralds, O noble sirs.

Nowhere in the Orient will you find a more noble and regal comportment.

What attraction, what charm...

What sweetness to discover!

And this precious flower of the Orient can be all yours for the incredible sum of 50 miserable piasters!

55!

60 piasters!

65 piasters!

100 piasters!

110 piasters!

Oh, by Allah! Are you going to sit there and let this Bedouin take this stupendous jewel away from you?

Come now, Ibrahim! This is no time to show your miserliness.

Just look at this delightful desert flower! How can you refuse her?

Courage, Ibrahim, or she'll slip through your fingers!

Be generous for once and make your offer.

- We stand at 110 piasters. -120! - 130!

140!

150!

Too high for me.

We're at 150. No other offer? Well then, the miser gets...

300 piasters!

300 piasters?

Pay 300 piasters if you want her, I think she's ugly!

She's yours!

And now, a voluptuous Syrian beauty for only 50 piasters...

Feast your eyes, and admire her admirably provocative form...

Only 50 piasters I say, to the first that raises his hand.

60 piasters!

80 piasters!

We're at 80 piasters!

100 piasters!

- 100 piasters! Who will offer more for this Syrian delight?

Speak up, noble sirs!

150 piasters!

- 150! - 200! - 200 piasters!

- No other bids? Then she's yours for only 200 piasters.

And now a special treat, noble sirs! Here we have two daughters of the Nile.

Come, come.

For those who haven't experienced the charms of an African woman...

these two women were made to alleviate your lonely hours.

Only 500 piasters for both, a real bargain.

Yes, noble lords, only 500 piasters for these flawless Nubian beauties!

500 piasters! The first to raise his hand will take them away!

- 500! - 600! - 650!

700!

- 750! - 800! - 900!

1000 piasters!

Who offers more?

1, 050!

1, 100!

2000 piasters!

Oh, for heaven's sake, allow me to settle your differences.

We stand at 2000 piasters.

Now when I give the signal, the first to raise his hand will take them away.

Ready now, go!

I was first!

One moment. You're still willing to pay 2000 piasters?

Yes.

Then give me a thousand.

And one from you.

Abdul, a maid to each one of these noble buyers.

Certainly.