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-(Nandi) Mlilwana! -(Shaka grunting)

(Nandi/Man yelling)

(Mudli) Daughter of eLangeni. We can follow you from a distance

until you reach eLangeni safely.

(Mgabhi) So you thought you could come back here to eLangeni

to disgrace us once again.

(Gendeyana) Your mother sent me to check on you.

You'd be welcomed at the Qwabe.

(Shaka) Let me go. Let me go!

Why are you doing this to me?

Keep quiet, otherwise Amalala will hear you.

(Mayinga) Your heart is consumed by anger.

-You thirst for revenge. -(screaming)

Please have mercy brother!

Find that boy, Shaka, right now! Bring him to me.

You must save your son's life.

These mountains of eLangeni are now your enemy.

Where is this new home?

Your grandmother's place, the Qwabe.

-(Shaka) And this man? -(Nandi) He could be a father to you.

He will never be my father.

(Slave yelling)

(Zitha) Anyone who refuses to get in the boats, will also die.

(Dingiswayo) When are you going to realise we're on the same side?

(men grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Dingiswayo/Ngomane panting)

-(dramatic traditional music) -(chains clanking)

So you're the people who've messed up my peace with the Portuguese.

Killing them on my land.

Who are you?

My name is Dingiswayo,

formerly known as Godongwana, son of Jobe.

Jobe, the Mthethwa King?

My King, I'm Ngomane.

Chief commander for the Mthethwa.

This man is a Mthethwa traitor wanted by King Jobe.

I'm many things, my King, but I'm no traitor.

-(Ngomane) You're a traitor. -I'm not a traitor, Ngomane.

-You're a traitor. -I'm not a traitor.

-You're a traitor. -(Makhasana) Hey!

-(Dingiswayo) I'm not a traitor. -You're a traitor.

-(Dingiswayo) I'm not a traitor. -(Ngomane) You're a traitor.

I'm not a traitor! (panting)

(Makhasana) I don't care about that.

My concern is the people you killed.

I'll kill both of you,

as well as Zitha for letting this mess happen on my land.

I will chop off your heads and send them to the Portuguese.

That's my final word.

Bring my pipe.

(tense music)

(Makhasana inhaling)

(melancholic music)

(Baleka) My King, may I speak?

(Makhasana) Oh. Good healer.

You may speak.

The King promised me a favour for saving his son's life.

Yes I did.

I beg the King not to kill King Jobe's son.

Son of Jobe...

you're in luck.

You're a mighty King.

I beg the King to spare Ngomane as well.

(Makhasana) Wait, wait, wait.

Didn't he just call you a traitor?

He is a very loyal man.

I swear on the Mthethwa.

If the King decides to kill him,

I ask that he kills me first.

(dramatic music)

Why did you do this?

To prove my loyalty to you.

I'll need you the day the King dies,

when I return to Oyengweni to claim the throne.

I never conspired to overthrow the King.

Mawewe lied,

and the King believed him.

I've waited all these years...

out of respect for the King.

He could die any day now.

When that day comes,

I should be ready.

As you speak...

I hear a King speaking.

(Guard) You.

You're free to go.

Here's the key.

(dramatic music)

(Baleka) Godongwana.

(slow-paced dramatic music)

-You look different. -(chuckling)

It's Hlubi.

That's where I took refuge all these years.

You look different too.

But still the beauty I love.

-Hello, my love. -(laughing)

(Baleka) Hello, Nyambose.

(both sighing)

(Baleka) I've never yearned for a man before

but the way I yearned for you.

(Dingiswayo) When I found out that you were still alive,

I was overwhelmed.

I loved you even more than ever.

You came in my dreams,

always scolding me.

-Scolding you? -Yes, scolding me.

(laughing) I've never scolded you.

No...

you were advising me.

Showing me the way.

Did you listen to my advice?

I'm alive today because of you.

It's clear then, you'll listen when I say kiss me.

Oh! You want me to do it again?

(Mkabayi) Dingiswayo embraced his new Mabhudu identity

and he'd spend the rest of his exile years with his beloved, Baleka.

(Mkabayi) Nandi and her children were welcomed at the Qwabe.

And for the first time in many years,

she felt what it was like to belong.

(indistinct chatter)

(Mkabayi) Gendeyana was smitten with Nandi,

and she allowed him to pour his affection on her.

(Nandi humming)

(Mkabayi) Who knows? Perhaps Nandi loved Gendeyana too.

(Nomo) Shaka? Shaka?

Shaka?

-I can run faster than you. -(Shaka) I'm busy.

You're scared I'm fast like lightning.

You're slow like a tortoise.

I run like a leopard.

(slow-paced dramatic music)

Come, Nomo. Who's fast like lightning now, hey?

(dramatic music)

"Eight years later."

-(Shaka) I win because I push myself. -(Nomo laughing)

(grunting) You know,

I'm thinking about the beer they're brewing for the warriors.

If that's the case, we should get some too.

-You say so? -(both laughing)

(dramatic traditional music)

(Woman) Leave me alone.

Let me walk in peace.

My sister, let us lighten your load.

What will I say if the elders catch me?

You'll tell them some naughty boys stole the beer.

That's right. Name your price. We'll do whatever you want.

What do you say?

You'll collect wood for me for five days.

Never, I won't do that.

Three days.

How about that?

Fine.

I'm turning my back for a moment.

(dramatic traditional music)

-(Nomo laughing) -(Shaka) Is this your first time?

I had my first beer when I was a child.

There we go again. You can't go a day without lying.

(chuckling) You have no idea.

(Phakathwayo) Guys, come see who's hiding up here.

What are you two doing here?

(Nomo) Don't ask us that. What are you doing here?

-You're sitting here-- -(Nomo) Move your leg.

-with your smelly testicles. -No, no, no.

You're sitting looking at hills and mountains.

Daydreaming about maidens you'll never have.

Phakathwayo, we're in a deep conversation

about lobolo for Nobenguni. (laughing)

-(Nomo laughing) -Listen, Shaka.

Don't you ever talk about my sister, you hear me?

My sister would never throw herself

at a tramp who doesn't have one cow.

This tramp already has her.

-There you go. -(Phakathwayo) You're rude, Shaka.

(grunting/groaning)

Don't interfere.

-What are you doing? -(indistinct chatter)

I'm tired of you. (panting)

(dramatic music)

Your brother.

Sorry.

(Shaka) It's his lucky day.

(Mkabayi) After eight years with the Qwabe,

Shaka still refused to accept this place as his home,

or Gendeyana as his father.

Wake up.

Last night, you came home drunk.

I can still smell beer on your breath.

Relax Qwabe, it wasn't your beer.

(Nomo) My cousin brewed it for us.

Stop lying.

You stole the regiment's beer.

Fine. Punish us if you want.

(dramatic music)

-Nomo. -(Nomo) Yes?

Give us a moment.

You think you're a man now?

I'm drafting you in the army.

You and your friend Nomo.

To train under you?

It's up to you.

(Nomo laughing)

-What's so funny? -What if he had beaten us?

All warriors that train under him won't stop talking about him.

They revere him. He's a legend.

My real father, Senzangakhona, son of Jama,

he's the greatest legend. His eye...

is as sharp as a lion's eye when he hunts.

I tell you, boy. When he dances...

he has no match.

That's the person I want to learn from, not this Qwabe.

It was here...

when you were little...

we saw a great vessel on the water.

When I said people should get in it, you said...

one day you'd build your own,

and ride it to the ancestors.

Nyambose.

That was Godongwana.

It was Godongwana.

(Mawewe) I am Mawewe.

So, where's Godongwana?

(Mawewe) Nyambose, he's with the ancestors

like the rest of my brothers who died

when your command was that they must be killed.

(Mkabayi) While King Jobe descended into paranoia,

Godongwana made King Makhasana his friend and future ally.

(Governor) Striped glass, ceramic, the same as usual,

but you only want Arab beads.

Why?

He changes colours like a chameleon.

(Translator) He's angry because you refuse Portuguese beads.

He brought inferior quality.

The Nguni don't want these.

They prefer glass beads from the Arabs.

We're just middlemen in the trade.

If you try to play the Arabs and Portuguese against each other--

Watch, when I smile like this, it drives him mad.

(Makhasana) Our fresh food supply for your ships

could run dry too.

We look forward to your business. Goodbye.

This is very shortsighted of you.

You, carry this.

He is rude.

He will die like his predecessors.

They don't know humility.

(Dingiswayo) Good riddance. We'll get a better deal with the Arabs.

(Mabhamba) You killed my sons.

I pray the ancestors pour out their wrath upon you,

for the curse of killing your own blood.

(Mawewe) Wow.

We don't see a single tear on the Queen's face.

My King.

Our house of Mthethwa

has suffered a great loss

with the passing of the great Nyambose.

Fate has chosen me to be the heir of the Mthethwa.

(breathing deeply)

(Makhasana) Now your brother, Mawewe,

is getting ready to take the throne.

Jobe had his time now it's yours. Hm.

Return home and take your place as King.

Mawewe will not back down easily.

I will command my army to travel with you.

Thank you.

My wish is that we work together with you at the Mthethwa.

That's also my wish.

That as Nguni people, we unite.

(dramatic music)

(melancholic music)

We've been happy here. Just the two of us.

(Makhasana) You'll leave before sunrise?

Yes, it's a long journey.

(Makhasana) My army will walk with you to the end.

Have you had word back from your other allies?

(Dingiswayo) I expect the Hlubi to join me.

King.

(singing traditional music)

(Mawewe) Ngomane!

Ngomane, son of Mqomboli.

(Ngomane) Nyambose.

Ngomane.

Tell me...

will you be loyal to the throne as you were...

loyal to my father?

(Ngomane) My loyalty to the throne...

endures forever.

Thank you Ngomane.

Great man.

Go, Ngomane.

Queen MaNzimase.

Soon, a new King will be crowned.

So all this mourning gloom

mustn't stop us from celebrating a bright new era.

-Let us feast-- -(Mabhamba) No.

No feast while we're still mourning, Prince.

We all mourn the passing of the old King.

I came to say goodbye.

I'm going home, to Nobamba.

I'm going back home.

You're going back home?

I want to go back home to be guided by my father.

(Nandi) Mlilwana...

-stay-- -I ask the Queen to let me go.

This is a journey I have to take.

(sombre music)

(Nandi) Mm.

(Shaka) Thank you.

(Gendeyana) He's grown.

He will survive.

(Mkabayi) The folly of youth.

So clear you're right,

so confident in your place and your strength.

Shaka took the journey to Zulu

hoping that what had been torn could be repaired,

and he'd be embraced by his father.

(dramatic music)

(Mkabayi) He could not shake off the fear of rejection,

so he lingered.

Queen.

What do you want from me?

Your son, Godongwana...

is still alive.

You mock me because I don't know where he's buried? You mock me?!

I know that since his disappearence, the Queen has blamed me.

I allowed that respecting Godongwana's wishes.

You killed my son!

The instruction was kill the traitor.

But the traitor became a friend and a King to me.

The Queen must forgive me for keeping quiet this long.

(Mabhamba grunting)

Leave me alone. Leave me alone!

Is it true?

-Is he alive? -Queen...

it's true.

It's important everyone believes he's dead, especially Mawewe.

He's ready to sit on the throne

and lead his father's people.

-Tell me. -Queen.

What can I do to help?

(goats bleating)

(dramatic music)

(Shaka) Greetings.

I am Shaka, son of Senzagakhona.

MaNzimase. Queen.

Yes, Queen.

(tense music)

Soon the King will be crowned.

All those who stand in the way...

will regret it.

(Shaka) Great descendant of Mageba.

I have come a long way to see you.

It's been years since my mother and I left.

I was a boy then, but I am back.

I return ready to be a man.

(Senzangakhona scoffing)

He says he's ready to be a man.

No, Great Mageba, I'm not yet a man, but the time is near, father.

I heard you stabbed an eLangeni Prince with a spear?

Is that your mother's teaching?

Perhaps your plan is to aim higher...

and stab a King?

No. I'd never do that to my father.

I've fathered many children.

But I'm your firstborn, father.

(Senzangakhona) According to your mother. Where is she?

Why isn't she here with you?

Is she busy bearing children for other men?

If I am truly your father...

why did Nandi take you away this long?

Why return now?

What are you two plotting?

(Shaka) The person plotting is Bhibhi here,

-not my mother. -(Senzangakhona) Shaka, stop.

You came all this way to insult my Queen.

You're a fool like that whore, your mother.

(dramatic music)

This is what he came back for. This is what he came back for.

He was sent.

You were sent by Nandi to attack me.

You're here to attack me?

(melancholic music)

Get this thing out of here.

(Mudli) Great Zulu.

Great King.

Senzangakhona, son of Ndaba.

(Bajwayele) Her behaviour suggests she's hiding something.

You're being paranoid, Queen.

Queen MaNzimase...

knows I'm the next King.

There's nothing she can do.

Which means you will be the Queen Mother.

You're not crowned yet.

Very well.

I'll ask Ngomane to keep an eye on her.

I don't trust Ngomane either.

Who do you trust then?

What did I do to the great Mageba?

(Mudli) You're a powerful elephant Shaka,

but be careful how you tread.

What does the great Prince mean?

(Mudli) You insulted the King and his Queen who is a mother to you.

You shouldn't have done that.

-I insulted him? -Yes.

(Shaka) The person insulted here is my mother.

He slandered my mother.

My mistake was coming back here,

to the palace, hoping to be guided by my father.

You'll always be a Prince to us Zulu.

That will never change.

(Mkabayi) Mageba.

I know what I'm about to say may mean nothing to you,

but to me, you're very important.

You have to be patient

and strong.

Iron is forged in fire.

(sniffling)

(Messenger) Nyambose.

I sent you to fetch Ngomane. Where is he?

He's gone, Nyambose.

Gone?

Where did Ngomane go?

(tense music)

His house is empty.

He left with the warriors Nyambose.

Where did they go?

There-- there are rumours...

Rumours? What rumours?

Don't you dare say anything.

Hey, speak.

(stammering) They say...

they say...

-your brother, Godongwana... -Hey?

has returned, Nyambose.

(grunting/groaning)

(choking)

Make an announcement.

(Messenger groaning)

Summon all the warriors to the capital.

I must be crowned as soon as possible.

(birds chirping)

(Senzangakhona) I've fathered many children.

(Shaka) But I'm your firstborn, father.

(Senzangakhona) You're a fool. Just like that whore, your mother.

You're here to attack me.

Get this thing out of here.

(dramatic music)

(Mkabayi) Shaka's longing for his father's embrace,

had come to nothing.

It had planted the idea that he could forge his destiny,

independent of Senzangakhona.

Mlilwana.

I know you long for your father's love.

Maybe one day you'll understand

he will never recognise you.

Qwabe has tried his best

to raise you, to teach you,

and to show you love.

Accept him, son.

His offer still stands.

(Gendeyana) Hold it in! Hold it in! Hold it in!

-Get up. -(men grunting)

Get down.

-Get up. -(men grunting)

Get down. Everyone suffers.

-Get up. -(men grunting)

-Down. -(men grunting)

-Get up. -(men grunting)

-Down. -(men grunting)

-Get up. -(men grunting)

-Attack. -(men yelling)

(men singing traditional music)

-(indistinct chatter) -(dramatic music)

(Mkabayi) Was this the moment Shaka went from boy to man?

The moment he knew there was a bigger battle ahead

and to prepare himself for his date with destiny?

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