He gestured at the parchments before him. He nodded, and she picked up one of the sheets. Fatima was not impressed. Oh, to be sure. But I think you're in the wrong century, Fatima.
Men have a good twelve hundred and thirty years left.
You lose track of time in the halls of Alamout. Well, I guess you would know. Yes, that's it. Poor Mad Abdul. That's what they'll call me.