Wheneverwithinhisdominionstherewasafineyounghorseman，theOldManwouldputaspellonhimanddrawhimtotheCastleofAlamoot，andoutsideofthecastlesleepwouldcomeonhim。Andwhenhewokeup，hewouldbeinsidethecastle，inthewonderfulgardens。Andthey’dtellhimhewasdeadandinparadise。Andparadiseitwouldbeforhimwhatwiththelovelywomenandthegreatplayingontheflutes，thebirdssinging，andthesunshining，thecrystalriversandtheflowersoftheworld。AndafterawhiletheOldManoftheMountainwouldcallforhim，andtellhimhewassendinghimbackonearthagainonamissiontopunishSuch-and-Such。AndtheOldManwouldputsleeponhimandaknifeinhishand，andwhenhewokehewouldbeoutsidetheCastleofAlamoot。Andhewouldstartonhismission。Andwhenhecamebackhewouldbereadmittedtoparadise。Andifhedidn’tcomeback，therewereotherstotakehisplace。
TheOldManoftheMountainalwayskeptonehundredandoneassassinsandfourhundredandfourwomentotendthem。
NowwhenthecaravanofthePoloshadcometorestfortheday，theOldManoftheMountainputoutwhite，notblackmagic，andhedrewMarcoPolotothecastleasamagnetdrawsaneedle。AndMarcoPologallopeduptotheCastleinthewaningmoon，andtheOldManlookeddownonhimfromthebattlementsandstrokedhislongwhitebeard。
\"Doyouknowme，MarcoPolo？\"
\"IknowyouandIhavenofearofyou，OldManoftheMountain。\"