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"The threat of Shaka Zulu May be on the way soon

in the direction of the white settlers residing in the Crown lands. "

Take care of the Zulus, Bathurst,

or we will have the sad task of finding someone who does.

I think I know To the perfect man, Lieutenant Francis George Farewell.

I need courage, Worthing, not patriotism.

Courage always has a price and in this case it will be paid in ivory.

My goal is to get in touch With Shaka Zulu to secure an alliance with His Majesty King George. Alliances are for civilized peoples,

Not for savages.

I think they do not want to do us wrong.

I think they are taking me for knowing how to speak their language.

What will we do now?

SHAKA ZULU

KWA BULAWAYO, VILLAGE OF SHAKA, DECEMBER 1823

Bring it here!

What do you think, Ngomane?

A recognition group. "That must be it."

What tribe do you belong to?

To the Dutch, Nkosi.

What is your role? Are you a warrior?

Was a farmer, I am now a teacher.

What do you teach?

I teach children to read and write.

What is that?

Can I show it to you, Nkosi?

This word written means Shaka.

Is that me?

It is a visual representation of your name.

And this is my name.

Piet.

What are these lines for? Spells or witchcraft?

No, Nkosi, they serve

to convey ideas and feelings at a long distance.

For that I have messengers.

But you are sure that what you say is

transmitted exactly by your words.

I'm sure of that, Piet.

If the messengers do not represent me as they should, they die.

The writing also serves to keep what you say today,

so that it is transmitted to future generations.

The only way to keep ideas and feelings is

in the mind and in the heart.

Future generations will hear the voice of the wind

that carries the messages of the past,

of Shaka.

Yes and that voice will speak of a tyrant.

Is that what white people think of me? "Do you see me as a tyrant?"

That is the message that is transmitted to them by the wind.

Do all our tongues speak?

Not everyone. But they are learning.

Some are already able to talk to you.

You are useful to me, white man.

Since you know our language, I will honor you.

From now on you are a Zulu

and you will be my interpreter.

You are going to teach my people your language.

And to your people mine.

If you do well, you will be rewarded.

If I do not like you,

I kill all members of your group.

Do you understand?

Ngomane, I want the armies assembled on the next full moon night.

Because of half a dozen men, Nkosi?

Men who come in peace?

Are you my friend, Ngomane? - Yes, Nkosi.

Still knowing that I can kill you at any moment?

That is the basis of our friendship.

We share a life, mine. Ndabezitha.

And so it will be with whites.

When they understand that I can kill their people

from one moment to another, there...

I'll talk about friendship.

It was with some fear that we embarked on what would be

a 10 day trip to Kwa Bulawayo.

We cross amazing landscapes,

where nature seemed not to care about our presence.

And we had a vision capable of cheering any fortune hunter.

Farewell did not lie when he promised men

more ivory than they could carry,

but then they gave us to understand

that there would be no hunting without the authorization of Shaka.

When crossing the many villages that were scattered on the horizon,

there were people hiding

and others that met at a distance and looked with admiration.

Of course it became apparent that they were leading us by a detour,

with the intention of showing the wealth, order and discipline of the kingdom.

No doubt it was impressive, especially the military villages.

Scattered over the horizon in intervals of 16 to 22 km

and confirmed the suspicion that Shaka was able to gather

a powerful army, able to seep into the British forces for the sea.

Without our realizing it,

Our plan had changed the direction of Shaka's attack,

So to impress us with a show of power,

he regrouped troops in the capital

and thus liberated the borders of Cape Town.

On the seventh day, we arrive at a small village,

equal to the others,

but where the expression "abuse of luck" happened

to have a new meaning, for us

because I was ready to get involved in a situation

that would have dangerous consequences

in our future relationship with the king of the Zulus.

I imagine that man with the skin of the color of the spirits should

be well received at a funeral.

Lower it, yes? Download it!

Fynn!

What the hell do you think you're about to do?

She is alive, she moved.

Someone who tells them to download it! Lower it!

You're warning us not to go

or Isangoma, the fortuneteller, can accuse us of Abathakathi,

witchcraft. And we can end up dead.

It is alive! With high fever, but alive.

We have to take her back to the village.

What a sight, Fynn!

What a sight!

Needless to say, Francis saw this as a means to an end,

but none of us realized the gravity of the situation.

I interfered in the natural course of life and death.

And now he had to be able to save the girl,

for us to survive.

I'm going to need more water, Tim.

The already tense atmosphere,

created by the presence of the healer,

watching every movement with raw opposition,

was intensified by the threatening sounds of the royal regiments

who passed by at night in the direction of the capital.

That made Shaka's army...

omnipresent.

Where is the water?

It is here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Are there signs of life? - I think so.

Come on!

Come on, wake up!

Now we will be executed for sorcery!

On the contrary, they believe that he resurrected it.

Farewell, that's blasphemous

and absurd.

But very useful.

- Can be our salvation. - How is that?

Anyway, resurrected it.

And it would be foolish not to take advantage of that.

An unscrupulous man can easily become a god

in this country, can not.

Lieutenant?

- I do not want to get into that. "I expected that."

But when he knows of this miracle, and he will know,

you can not deny it.

But in addition, Fynn,

This fits perfectly into his diabolical notion of King Zulu,

Who better to deal with diabolical matters than...

you, Dr. Fynn.

And so began the eighth day of our journey to Kwa Bulawayo.

The Zulus gave us the name of swallows,

just like those tough birds,

We crossed the sea as if by magic.

Unknowingly, our trip was being watched

by one of the kingdom's most powerful isangomas or healers.

The news of our feat spread quickly

and we knew that the healers did not like what we did.

That night, when camping on the bank of a river near the capital,

She, Sitaye, from whom we will hear later, continued

to Kwa Bulawayo to have a private audience with the king.

You can not find these men, Baba,

- It is dangerous. - Why?

For finding that your powers surpass yours?

Do you manage to raise the dead? "Careful, Baba."

Those who want to use magic,

end up being them who serve you.

We do not need their powers.

You are a Zulu. The heavens belong to you.

If what they say is true, then the isangome of them has powers

that we can not ignore.

I want those powers at my disposal!

Remember the prophecy.

Do not provoke ancestors,

looking for powers

that do not belong to you,

but the heavens will destroy you

through your own blood.

My God!

Is that an exclamation or a prayer?

We have issue for the report to the Colonial Cabinet, Tim.

Just a few words.

There is no possibility!

Do not be pessimists, gentlemen.

Think that we are about to enter land that no white man ever saw.

It's a great time!

Our names will remain in the story.

In whose history? In ours or in theirs?

If it was to bet, Tim, I would say it will probably be in theirs.

We have to wait here until he calls us.

Who wants to get out of here?

Ndabezitha.

Whites came, Sigidi. - I want to see them.

That girl, Mgobozi, who was said to have risen,

Was she really dead?

"Yes, Ndabezitha." I think I was.

Tell the chief and the isangome that they can enter the royal village.

Ndabezitha.

Whites are illusionists, Shaka.

They work with the illusion.

You taught us to live reality.

Although each has 100 lives,

none would be worth a single life of a good Zulu,

for we are superior.

The leopard is also superior, Mgobozi.

He is sovereign among us.

Every day of your life is worth 100 days in the life of a crow.

If they offered wings to the leopard,

He would be silly if he did not accept them.

= No, Shaka. The kingdom of the leopard is on earth.

On earth he is the Lord.

In heaven would be a victim.

If white people give you wings

it's because they want to make you, their victim.

Did you hear, Ngomane? I spend some days with whites

and already fears for the safety of the state.

Their powers must be really great.

Ndabezitha.

Mgobozi!

Do not abuse our friendship again.

Ndabezitha.

Well, head up! Chest out!

Make us realize that we dominate the world.

It's too late to pretend, do not you think, Francis?

On the contrary, the comedy is beginning now.

And the best thing is to make money from the public.

- I was never a good actor. - At least, try,

we just pass those gates,

something tells me that we will attend

a well-planned dramatic performance.

And what do you have in mind, Otello?

Are they many, right?

I am glad to see you, Mr. Vegte.

Not so much as me to see them, Mr. Farewell and Mr. Fynn.

What do we do now?

At this moment, he is intrigued with our horses.

Want to know more about them, especially in relation to speed and resistance.

- Where is he? - Back there, watching.

I see.

That's how I thought, Mr. Fynn.

The curtain opens and the first act begins. Here we go!

What happens?

Francis, I think we are ready to make a career.

We are going to show you how it is done.

- What do you think? - I do not know,

but I hope God helps us.

How do you feel, Mr. Wilkins?

Nervous.

I imagine.

I think we made a mistake.

Why? Do you think we should have lost on purpose?

- I would have been more diplomatic. - No,

The most diplomatic thing to do is

show Shaka that we are not clowns.

His Colonial Cabinet has no idea who's in front.

This broke the ice, did not it?

Break the ice?

It is more than that.

By demonstrating that he can tame that animal,

He is proving that He can also tame us.

I fear our position will be more precarious than ever.

There was no doubt as to the thoroughness of Shaka.

Intentionally delayed our arrival to prepare the capital.

And so he used that time to make sure we saw

the extent of your power before you know it.

Our gifts also reported

how much we underestimate his intelligence.

He was not impressed and hardly looked at the merchandise,

handing them over to the ladies of the court.

But as always, our real host...

never ceased to amaze us.

Actually, the presentation of the black emperor would be, only,

the first of many disturbing experiences.

Tell him that gifts come

on behalf of his fellow King George.

He wants to see those things in his face, Mr. Fynn,

your lenses.

This man does not want to see the world as he is.

Does anyone want?

Thank you.

So touching!

Hundreds of poets

and never thought of giving a mirror to a fallen angel.

He wants to know what Jorge is like.

Tell him he is tall and powerful. Similar to the Great Elephant.

He wants to see the wood that gives music.

How does he know about that?

A man as powerful as he has eyes and ears everywhere.

Now go!

Yes, sir.

If Francis was playing a strategy game,

I could not have chosen a better opponent.

He asks

to whom belongs the life in your country. "To the king or to the subjects?"

In our country each one owns his life and no more,

Including the king. Tell him!

He asks if his King can force them to go to war.

Yes.

And can they die in the war?

Yes.

Then they are wrong,

Your King controls other lives.

Life here belongs to Shaka.

Her life belongs to Shaka.

And they could not resurrect it without the authorization of the Great Elephant.

Will kill her.

What the hell do you think you're going to do?

For God's sake, we have to stop it.

- We can not stop it! - What do you want me to do?

- That I stay here attending? "Yes, Fynn." That is what we have to do.

He says that in the future.

They will use their powers only for the benefit of the Great Elephant.

He says that if white people actually have those powers,

show them.

They who...

resurrect her again.

Tell the King that we disobeyed him once

and we will not do it again.

From now on our powers will be used

just for the benefit of it.

Tell him!

He says it is exactly for the benefit of the Great Elephant

that the swallows have to demonstrate their powers.

Fynn,

Resolve it.

Are you crazy?

No, I'm not crazy.

But you should be when you jumped into that grave.

Now move or we will be digging our pit.

Whites are illusionists, Shaka.

They work with the illusion.

You taught us to live reality.

Give him the box, Mr. Ogle.

To win this game we have to play much better,

because the pieces were on the table

and a checkmate could be our death.