Malik: There! That must be the Ark!

Kadar: The…Ark…of the Covenant?

Altaïr: Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing. It’s just a story.

Kadar: Then what is it?

Malik: Quiet! Someone’s coming!

Altaïr: Maria? Where…where are you? Where is she!

Darim: Gone, father. You do not remember? She’s gone!

Altaïr: Where is my wife!

Darim: It has been twenty-five years, you old fool! She is dead!

Altaïr: Leave me. Leave me to my work!