Qiwam sits sleeping at the Ghaznavid table. Although appearing fearful of what his reaction may be, one of his aides wakes him and whispers something to him.

"What's that, Balkh has fallen? Good news. People have been accusing us of being opportunists? Just because their generals have all the foresight of a gnat and can't imagine we've been planning along with the Seljuks ever since the Shah...well, it's of no matter anyway. Let them think what they wish."

With a yawn, Qiwam goes back to sleep.