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(Makhasana) I'll kill both of you. I'll chop off your heads

and send them to the Portuguese.

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

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

(Dingiswayo) I beg the King to spare Ngomane as well.

Hello, my love.

Hello, Nyambose.

I'm returning home to be guided by my father.

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

(Senzangakhona) Why return now?

You're a fool like that w***re, your mother.

You're here to attack me?

Get this thing out of here.

(Nandi) I know you yearn for your fathers love,

but he'll never recognise you.

Qwabe has tried his best to teach you and to love you.

Accept him, son.

(Gendeyana) Get up.

Down. Get up.

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

(Makhasana) Your brother Mawewe,

is getting ready to take the throne.

Return home and take your place as King.

Mawewe will not back down easily.

I will command my regiment to join you.

Your brother Godongwana...

has returned, Nyambose. (groaning)

Summon the army to the capital.

(Dingiswayo) Many years ago...

I was accused of a crime I didn't commit.

The spear meant for the Mthethwa enemies...

struck me.

After escaping,

I was hunted like an animal,

by executioners sent to finish me...

who left me for dead.

I'm alive today because of the Hlubi King,

Bhungane, son of Nsele.

I welcome the Hlubi and the warriors from King Makhasana,

of Mabhudu.

-Mabhudu! Mabhudu! -Bayede! Bayede!

-Mabhudu! -Bayede!

-Hlubi! Hlubi! -Bayede! Bayede!

-Hlubi! -Bayede!

-Mabhudu! Mabhudu! -Bayede! Bayede!

-Mabhudu! -Bayede!

-Hlubi! Hlubi! -Bayede! Bayede!

-Mabhudu! Mabhudu! -Bayede! Bayede!

(Mkabayi) Ignited by Dingiswayo's passion,

the Mabhudu and Hlubi regiments allied with Dingiswayo.

Their spears pointed towards Mthethwa.

(regiments chanting)

(horse snorting/neighing)

-Please. Please. -(tense music)

(Qaqambile) My name is Qaqambile.

The man I'm with is Doctor Cowan. We're from Qonce.

Qonce. Oh. You two are Mpondo?

You're the leader... Tell him I'm a doctor, a very important man.

Now lost. We're travelling to Delagoa bay on the Queen's business.

He says he's a doctor. An important doctor.

-We're lost. -Oh...

-He's going to sell you? -Sell me, Sir?

Their kind sell people.

Trade them like cattle.

(Qaqambile) He says that you sell people.

No! I'm not selling people. I'm a healer. A doctor.

I have medicines. I will give you anything you want. Please.

I am British. Protected by Her Majesty, the Queen.

You must let us live.

Come here, you.

Tell this man, we'll direct you to Delagoa bay.

But he'll leave the animal,

the medicine and this man behind.

Tell him.

-(dramatic music) -(horse snorting)

-(regiments chanting) -(horse snorting)

(dramatic music)

(melancholic music)

(Nomo chuckling)

(Shaka) My mother warned me about my father,

but I didn't believe her.

In the end...

I finally saw him for what he is.

Don't worry. You're with us now.

Everything will be fine.

(Mkabayi) After eight years

of trying to separate himself from the Qwabe,

finally, Shaka found a home with them.

(Nomo) We're sharp as spears training under Qwabe.

(Phakathwayo) Zulu boy.

I heard you ran home to Zulu.

(Shaka) And yet here I am.

Men, news travels fast.

King Senzangakhona wouldn't even let the bastard sleep with dogs.

King Senzangakhona, refused to--

-(groaning) -What are you doing?

Don't hold me back.

(both grunting)

-(Gendeyana) What are you doing? -(Phakathwayo) We're just chatting.

Chatting with hands?

Don't even think about it.

Let's go.

(Shaka) Little boy. (panting)

(Gendeyana clicking tongue)

(indistinct chatter)

Phakathwayo, get him!

(Gendeyana) Come on, let's go!

(indistinct yelling)

(Phakathwayo) I have no match here. I'm the champion.

Where's the Zulu boy? Give him his sticks.

(Gendeyana) Don't talk so much.

(overlapping chatter)

(Phakathwayo) He's wide open.

He's wide open.

He's still a baby.

(Warrior #1) This thing is soft. What kind of defence was that?

(Warrior #2) Where's Zulu going? Come back, Zulu?

(Shaka) I'm not a good loser.

All these years...

I told myself...

rather, I hoped that the man,

who was going to train me would be my father.

(melancholic music)

Will you train me?

I want to be a great warrior.

(Gendeyana) Being part of a regiment...

means you have to consider others.

Victory is not yours alone.

Do you see the tree over there?

It's part of the forest.

Can you try make peace with Phakathwayo?

(Phakathwayo) What brings you here, Zulu boy?

Can we talk?

I have nothing to say to you.

I'm sorry for walking away.

I'm listening.

Why do we Zulu and Qwabe hate each other?

Our great grandfathers were brothers.

I'm no brother of yours.

I'm of Qwabe, of Malandela.

What are you?

-A reject. -(men laughing)

Clearly boy, you don't know history. Qwabe was a reject too.

He was angry that their mother Queen Nozidiya favoured Zulu.

Qwabe broke away to form his own Kingdom...

just like I'll do.

At the moment you're more powerful than me,

but every time you beat me, you sharpen me.

My day will come.

(dramatic music)

(ambient sound faded)

(Mkabayi) Gendeyana understood how to create a united force.

(indistinct chatter)

Now that Shaka's eyes were opened,

he learnt a lot from Gendeyana's style of leadership.

(birds chirping)

(Dingiswayo) Nyambose,

I have returned to the land of my ancestors...

to lead the Mthethwa.

I plead for your help, like when you protected me in exile.

Please show me the way.

Jobe,

Mthethwa,

Ndlovu,

Ngqwabangqwaba.

(uplifting music)

(Ngomane) Nyambose.

Ngomane, son of Mqomboli.

I'm happy you're back.

Nyambose, I've brought the warriors that support you.

But the Prince still has loyal generals on his side.

They're a powerful force.

Let them come.

(Mawewe) That snake, Ngomane, has left with half our army.

(Bajwayele) If you face Godongwana now, he'll defeat you.

(dramatic music)

Tell the truth, mother.

Do you also believe the throne is his?

(Bajwayele) The throne is yours, son.

I advise we take refuge at the Qwabe.

There, we'll gather more warriors to ensure victory.

(Dingiswayo) I have no sympathy for what will happen to Mawewe.

But I'm concerned about my father's people's blood that will be spilled.

I wish to get a chance to speak to Mawewe.

Can you find a way...

to get me into the palace,

so I can talk to him in private?

(Ngomane) We have some generals there who support us.

Especially Mbiya.

He's in charge of the Princes' security.

And there's also your mother.

Are my eyes deceiving me?

Is this really you?

Truly, we must never lose hope. It's really you?

Ngomane was not lying.

I've been longing for this day.

(breathing shakily)

(warriors laughing)

(fire crackling)

(suspense music)

(Mawewe) You?

(Dingiswayo) In the flesh, my brother.

(Mawewe) My brother.

Don't kill me.

I'm not a coward that would sneak in the dark to kill you.

I've come to advise you to surrender.

Surrender?

(sniffling)

I don't want bloodshed.

You betrayed your brothers.

You have their blood on your hands.

Their spirits will be with me...

when we meet again.

Be careful.

Think deeply, my brother.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(Mawewe) Qwabe.

I've come to ask for help.

(Khondlo) Your sister insists

-I refuse you. -(Mawewe scoffing)

With all due respect, my King,

my sister knows nothing.

She wasn't there when my brothers betrayed the King.

I heard it with my own ears.

My brother told me what happened.

-And I believe him. -(Mawewe) Oh.

I'm not surprised. He's a lying snake.

Who's the snake?

Do you know what your brothers' widows say about you?

(Khondlo) Whatever they say,

I'm on this throne today because of great Nyambose.

Our Qwabe warriors will join forces with Mthethwa.

My King.

The King has taken a wise decision.

I won't forget.

When I'm sitting on the throne,

I won't forget you, my King.

Qwabe.

(Baleka) Mthethwa and Nyambose, here is your child, Godongwana,

now known as Dingiswayo.

(indistinct chanting)

What is it?

Are we going to lose?

(Baleka) No. You'll win this battle.

You'll fulfil your destiny and become King of the Mthethwa.

An honourable King.

(melancholic music)

But, I cannot be your Queen.

Our time together is over.

I will accompany you to Mthethwa...

and there, our paths will separate.

I love you.

I love you, Baleka.

(Baleka inhaling deeply)

I love you too, my King.

-(Gendeyana) Warriors. -(warriors) Chief.

Dingiswayo has declared war.

Tomorrow we return to the capital...

to prepare for the battle.

(warriors cheering/whistling)

(warriors singing)

(ambient sound faded)

(ambient sound muted)

-(dramatic music) -(hyenas whining)

(Phakathwayo) Hey you.

-What do you want? -What do I want?

This is our last night here. Let's prove who's best.

Good.

Which stick are you watching? Tell me.

Both of them.

(both grunting)

-(Phakathwayo) Is this your defence? -(both grunting)

(Mkabayi) Shaka had indeed sharpened his skills enough

to face Phakathwayo.

Come on, man.

(Mkabayi) Neither of them was willing to submit.

(dramatic music)

(Phakathwayo) You didn't win, right?

(Shaka) Neither did you, son of Qwabe.

You fought like a warrior, Zulu boy.

In the battle tomorrow,

you better fight like this, otherwise, you'll die.

I won't die in battle.

-Not until I fulfil my destiny. -Your destiny?

Yes. To be King.

I'll be King because it's what I want,

it's what was taken from me, and it's what I'm fighting for.

(warriors cheering/whistling)

-(chanting) -(horse neighing)

(Nomo) Well, it's not that bad.

Why has he called you?

Will I see you later, Shaka?

Qwabe.

I need good eyes and sharp ears,

so when our men are in trouble,

we can send in support.

I don't want to lose many men.

I'm not putting you in the frontline.

I want you to stay close to me.

Can you do that?

(Shaka) I would like to fight with my fellow warriors, but...

I can do that, Qwabe.

(Dingiswayo) Who're you standing with?

-Our King. -Who're you standing with?

Our King.

-Who're you standing with? -Our King.

-Who're you standing with? -Our King.

(warriors singing)

Attention!

I wish I didn't have to face this man.

He's a friend.

(dramatic music)

(Qwabe messenger) My King.

Gendeyana has united the troops.

We're more powerful than the enemy. That's certain.

(dramatic music)

(chanting)

(Gendeyana) Ready!

-(Ngomane) Nyambose! -(warriors) Mthethwa!

Get ready!

-Attack! -(indistinct yelling)

-(Ngomane) Shields up! -(warriors grunting)

(Gendeyana) Attack!

(Ngomane) Shields up!

Attack!

Attack! Attack!

(Ngomane) Shields up! Shields up!

(Gendeyana) Charge!

(indistinct yelling)

(Mkabayi) In war, numbers are an advantage

but spirit can double the size of an army.

That is what turned the war for Dingiswayo.

For Shaka, watching his friends fight must have been torture.

We should help them.

(Momo) They are overpowering us.

Retreat! Run!

Fall back and regroup!

(melancholic music)

My King.

-They've broken our defence. -(Qwabe) What do you mean?

How could they break your defence? How could that happen?

We must help them. We'll lose.

Wait, don't go alone.

You must get support.

Shaka, stop right there!

(Shaka) Get up. Do not retreat.

-They're overpowering us. -Don't retreat.

If we retreat now they'll defeat us.

Let's attack!

Who's the warrior fighting like that?

(Gendeyana groaning)

(tense music)

(Shaka grunting)

Qwabe.

(melancholic music)

(ambient sound faded)

Qwabe. Qwabe.

Stand up.

(sombre music)

(footsteps approaching)

(breathing heavily) My King,

I have bad news.

Gendeyana has died in battle.

Our army has retreated.

Prince Dingiswayo is on his way to talk to you.

Leave.

King.

What will you say to the traitor?

(Zenzile) Qwabe, my brother comes in peace.

-My King. -(tense music)

We meet again.

But not under ideal circumstances.

This is a tragic day.

I fought a man who saved my life.

Now he's dead.

I'm not here to fight or to brag.

You sheltered me,

which I'll never forget.

The person I'm here for...

is Mawewe.

Eight spears...

(grunting)

...that ended our brothers lives.

Do you ever sit down, Mawewe...

and think about that day?

-I didn't kill them. -(Dingiswayo) It was your tongue...

that fed great Nyambose lies.

You sent men to hunt me down,

and kill me like a dog.

Do you know how painful it is...

to be exiled?

To leave your mother behind and not see your children grow?

Let me go my brother.

I'll leave and you'll never see me again.

I gave you that chance before.

I made a mistake, brother.

I beg you, don't kill me, Godongwana.

(Dingiswayo) I'll never kill my own blood.

My brother.

(sighing) However from today,

I exile you.

As from today,

you're no longer a member of the Mthethwa.

Go well.

-Cut out his tongue. -(Mawewe) Godongwana.

-So he'll never... -(Mawewe) Godongwana!

-so he'll never lie again. -Wait!

Godongwana. (wailing)

Go well, Nyambose.

Forgive me ancestors.

-Forgive me Mthethwa. -(Mawewe wailing)

(ambient sound muted)

(sombre music)

(Shaka) Queen.

I'm sorry, Queen.

All of this happened because...

of my carelessness.

So it's true.

You disobeyed him.

I did what I thought was right.

I've sacrificed everything, my whole life for your sake.

The day you were born,

I was humiliated,

lost my dignity.

Everybody spat on me.

Qwabe was our refuge.

He gave us a home,

when we were outcasts.

He tried by all means to be a father to you.

Mm?

But through all that, you didn't care.

-I know all the Queen's sacrifices-- -You know nothing.

You behave like a commoner.

You don't understand the weight of your responsibility.

How will you be a King,

when you can't be a disciplined son?

How will you lead the people?

The burden in front of us,

-I'm equal to it. -What will you shoulder

when you're a burden yourself?

It's true, my little fire,

a skunk...

can't smell it's stink.

Queen, tell me what I have to do.

I'll do anything. Please.

(Nandi) Your actions are no longer needed.

You've done enough.

(melancholic music)

(Dingiswayo) My home.

Thank you, Nyambose.

Thank you, Mthethwa.

Your child has returned.

Godongwana, son of Jobe.

(warriors singing)

(Mkabayi) Godongwana, son of Jobe.

He who is brave of heart, with a curious mind.

The log that doesn't burn.

Lively spirit. Eyes of a leopard.

Finally the day has come.

-(warriors chanting) -(triumphant music)

-(melancholic music) -(ambient sound muted)

(Baleka) Our time together is over.

I also have a destiny to fulfil.

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