Marco Polo2014

[last lines]

Prince Jingim:
We advanced, slaughtering every rebel who crossed our path. We reached the wall and pushed towards the weakness, the one the Latin described. We breached the wall with little more than battering rams. But our men were wedged into a dead end. Death rained down upon us. Oil, fire, arrows. Men died. Mongols died, because Master Marco pointed our army into a trap.

Marco Polo:
[on his knees] It was bait, Sire, the weakness in the wall. Jia Sidao drew us into a trap. I am sorry, Great Khan

Prince Jingim:
Why do you feign contrition, Latin? Why are you not at the breast of your master, Jia Sidao? Huh? You delivered us to the devil! You betrayed us! You brought us to our knees at the wall!

Prince Jingim:
Father he has brought us nothing but ruin. You can see it. You can all see it!

Marco Polo:
I devote myself to you, Great Khan.

Prince Jingim:
[drawing his sword] Enough of your twisted talk! You would protect him?

Byamba:
[deflects Jingim's sword]

Prince Jingim:
He is not one of us, brother! He is the rot within our bones.

Byamba:
He reported what he saw as he was asked to do.

Prince Jingim:
Father what shall we do?

Kublai Khan:
Retreat.