The Empire

History immortalises people,

and the mention of wars and emperors immortalizes history.

But very few substances leave a mark in history.

And, with your grace, this will be one such thing.

This is made with a mixture of saltpetre, charcoal and sulphur.

And how will this help us in the war?

Take this, Prince.

Toss it in the fire and step back.

And wait for its splendour.

Stand back!

Be careful, Prince.

This is gunpowder.

Your best soldier.

And look at that.

I will train your army overnight to use these.

It's been 18 years and not a moment has passed

when I haven't thought of making amends for my mistake.

And then, some time ago, I learnt that you're marching towards Hindustan.

God gave me another chance to prove my loyalty to you.

I served in the Turkish army for five years.

That's where I came across this gunpowder.

They call it "heaven-shaking thunder."

This will win the war for you.

How can you say that, Mother?

Why? Did I say something wrong?

The entire kingdom knows Babur and Humayun aim for an impossible victory.

They're headed for suicide.

How long will you rule like a supervisor?

Kabul belongs to you alone.

Embrace its throne and declare your kingship.

And let them know too.

Them?

It's my father and brother you're talking about.

Don't be foolish.

If you want to be a king, think like one.

If Humayun were in your place, he'd do the same.

And if you weren't my mother, I don't know how I'd have punished you.

Don't compel me to choose between my loved ones, Mother,

for I shall choose what's right.

Alas, you're not right.

Get three sacks from there.

And keep two sacks here, okay?

Get three sacks from there, okay?

Be careful. They're heavy.

Although it took 18 years,

I now feel I'm finally moving in the right direction.

You took my words so seriously

that you chose a direction completely opposite from me.

Your word is my command.

I did think of returning at times,

but my guilt didn't let me.

I forgave your offence long ago.

I've committed bigger sins, my friend.

Sins that deserve no forgiveness.

Wazir Khan always taught me

everything is fair on the battlefield.

And I erroneously used his teaching...

against him.

Wazir Khan was like my father.

I know.

His face looms over my eyes every single moment.

It reminds me of my mistake.

The shame of my actions will never leave me.

Wazir Khan was like my father.

I shall never forgive myself.

But if you forgive me,

perhaps my conscience will be at ease.

Babur. Babur!

Sire.

Your father's dream

shall soon come true.

Both he and I

are proud of you, Babur.

You stand at the threshold of Hindustan.

This is the time

to just move forward.

Others chose your path for you

to fulfil your destiny,

And you had no choice but to tread those paths.

I'm aware of that.

And those paths caused you immense pain.

I'm aware of that too.

But the ones who love you

and those whom you love,

hold no grudges against them.

Forgive them.

Be it your grandmother for her choices

or Qasim for his mistakes.

Forgive them.

And when you're done forgiving everyone,

do me a favour too.

Forgive yourself, Babur.

Life unfolded exactly how it was meant to.

Nothing was your fault.

This is God's will.

Remember that.

There is no bigger strength than forgiveness

and without strength

there is no emperor.

If you do this for my sake,

I'll feel

the purpose of my life was achieved.

Understand?

Tomorrow's war is dedicated to you.

Fire!

Attack!

Move! Move ahead faster!

Attack!

Load the trebuchets!

Go! Hurry up!

Humayun.

Sire!

We are unable to fight them.

We must retreat.

No!

Sire!

Humayun!

Trample him!

-Light this up! -Please stop, sire.

-Move! -The barrel is destroyed.

The backfire will kill us all.

It doesn't matter. Move back.

-Please stop. -Everyone, move back!

Humayun!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

-Long live... -Emperor Babur!

I wasn't that angry, Qasim, for you to go so far away.

Abu'l-Nasir Muhammad.

Allah graced his destiny with victory.

-And ours too. -Amen.

Amen.

Gulrukh.

You don't seem too happy?

When one is overjoyed within, it seldom shows on the outside.

I am very happy.

Another boy added to the long list of Mirza warriors.

And another challenger to the throne.

Anyway, I was referring to Babur's victory.

Which wife wouldn't be happy about her husband's victory?

Then, perhaps you're sad about leaving Kabul.

This is your home.

You may stay back if you like.

We will coronate Kamran as the king of Kabul.

Kamran is the Emperor's son.

And I'm the Emperor's wife.

I'll live wherever the Emperor lives.

Thank you for understanding my love for Kabul.

Forgive me, I must prepare for the journey.

She thinks my son and I will be sidelined easily.

Kamran is my son.

Nobody has the right to jeopardise his fate.

No one but Allah can control fate, Mother.

That's right.

Hence, upon reaching Hindustan,

you shall prove your worth day and night

and convince your father that the future of Hindustan

will remain safe only in your hands.

That is your destiny.

Mother...

you're testing my patience again.

Father, Humayun and I

can't be divided by throne and power.

And don't forget that Humayun is older than me.

Just by a few months.

And you don't forget that you're true royal blood

-and Humayun is a half-breed. -Mother!

You're blinded by all this!

All you see is the throne and power.

I see you and your future.

As your mother, it's my duty to think about it.

Before I begin to hate your desire for the throne,

let's end the matter.

Hate?

Hate your father if you must,

for he thinks only about Humayun.

He chose to take Humayun to war

and left you here to keep watch.

It's not me but you who's blind,

for you cannot see that your father doesn't consider you worthy

but a coward.

By sending Humayun to the war,

it was you who made Kamran the king here.