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For now I only need 50.

Strategy, speed

and physical contact.

First phase.

Second phase.

- Has he already chosen an heir? - Sigivana.

The most unlikely candidate.

Then salute your king.

The swallows have already arrived in Kwa Bulawayo.

It's time to attack.

We are going to make the people think that death was caused by whites.

Fix that.

SHAKA ZULU

KWA BULAWAYO VILLAGE OF SHAKA, FEBRUARY 1824

How much more do I know the king and his people,

the more I realize the arrogant attitudes of the Colonial Cabinet

and Lord Charles, on this subject.

So far, Shaka was very kind to us.

Show your power and your safety.

It was silly to think that we could alter

the course of history with...

what we liked to think was the mystique of white civilization.

They are like monkeys trying to steal autumn crops.

And you still treat them like kings? "Why, Nkosi?"

We have much to learn from them, Ngomane.

What do they have to teach us, Nkosi?

How many monkeys make up their armies?

What do they want from us? And what can you teach us?

Kill that man, Mgobozi.

I told you to kill him.

Kill him.

We do not have to make that decision, Dingane.

I am the king's brother.

In the name of my ancestors, I command you to kill him already.

Yes, Dingane. You are brother

but also heir.

You got rid of the evidence, but not guilt.

What would he reveal to us about you, Mahlana and Mbopha?

You are an idiot, Dingane. If you wanted to be the one who dominates,

You had to have planned Shaka's death, as he would have planned,

Using an effective strategy. He built a nation of warriors.

Would you convince the people that a uFasimba.

Would he stab the emperor?

It is the work of destiny.

As a man liveth, so shall he die.

Remember that, Dingane.

She asks if she can save him, if she can give him life,

as he did with the girl.

She was in a coma.

She would have recovered alone if they had not tried to bury her.

- Explain that. - You know you do not understand that.

They only understand light and darkness.

He just feels like he's in the dark and he wants the light back.

Are you wanting to shift responsibilities to another?

And why not?

I think it would be fair to say that he was asking for them.

Do you think we deserve to die? Do you believe it?

I heard that crowd, Fynn.

You know otherwise, Shaka's armies are a much greater threat

than we ever dreamed.

And I fear we may be the first victims of that anarchy.

We have a chance to gain the king's consideration.

We can not throw it in the air.

If we control the soul of Shaka, we control all of South Africa.

Control your soul?

That's the game, right?

Prove that we have the powers of life and death.

Exactly, Mr. Fynn.

- And in this case it is called survival. "We do not have those powers, Lieutenant."

This man is spitting blood,

indication of a perforated lung.

If that is the case,

has as many opportunities as the girl they were going to bury.

Then, we must pray.

For him? - Not by us.

CAPE TOWN

- Excuse me, sir. - Say, Captain.

I bring news from the North, about Shaka.

What is the savage doing now?

Nothing, sir. Unless the Zulus are commanded by spirits.

Speak at once. Be direct.

According to a report by Colonel Cloete,

Everything indicates that Shaka was killed. - Murdered?

- Not by Farewell, I hope. - No.

- It looks like it was for one of them. - Are you sure?

Yes, sir. I took the liberty of checking the source of Colonel Cloete.

It was with a blow to the heart, more than a week ago.

Very good.

Tell Colonel Cloete to return with troops to Cape Town,

As fast as possible.

Are we not rushing?

The Zulus can be regrouped under a new command.

It is very unlikely, Captain.

Shaka was an exception to the rule.

The natives are going to return to their natural state

of old brats.

Now you have to let me, I have a marked lunch.

Have a good day. "Come on, ladies."

KWA BULAWAYO

Everything around us was death and destruction.

The commotion caused by the attempt on the king's life

generated such panic and such distrust that he returned warrior against warrior

and any poor soul that will not show due regret

by the tragedy of the king, would be burned or impaled.

It was an infernal period of our stay.

Fear and insecurity became constant companies.

He asks about the king's health, Mr. Fynn.

Thanks, Mr. Vegte. I noticed.

The state of the Great Elephant is stable.

When you have...

improvements, you will be warned.

I hope you're not lying.

If the king is dead and you are lying to the Zulu people,

Their corpses will serve as pillows in the grave of Shaka.

If you do not trust what I say, look at it with your own eyes.

I come back at dusk to get more news.

If he ends up stretching his leg, you'll be the last to know.

How are you?

Dying, Francis.

It seems that there is nothing to do.

If the fever does not go down, do not hold it until nightfall.

Many days have passed. Too many.

The village has to see Shaka, before the panic sets in.

Then?

Can not get up, much less walk to the door.

Then we have to give it a hand.

Francis, the man is dying.

Let's try it, Henry. Maybe it's our last chance.

I'm afraid I can not do anything, Mrs. Farewell.

As far as Colonel Cloete says,

It seems that her husband never got to contact the savage.

In fact it is unlikely that the group has even reached the coast of Natal.

That's what I said to Lord Bathurst,

who had the unfortunate idea of approving this idea.

But how can you assume that they never made it?

They were never mentioned in the reports that were given to me.

A report, Sir Charles, reaches a miserable report

of any messenger mentioning that Shaka is dead to believe in that.

Yes, I'm very sorry about that, Mrs. Farewell.

If I could do anything to anticipate his return to England,

would be a pleasure.

Mrs. Farewell.

Anything I can do.

Mrs. Farewell.

Simpson, Harlow Simpson, South African commercial commercial.

If I may, madam, I have some questions to ask.

- In relation to what, Mr. Simpson? - About her husband and Shaka Zulu.

That already belongs to the past. As his diary announced, both are dead.

"His Majesty's brave knight was opposed to the Zulu dragon, killing him while his own life escaped him."

I never read such crap, Mr. Simpson, nor in the most ordinary living room pieces.

It irritates me that my husband's name is tainted by his newspaper.

That goes well, Mr. Simpson. Start.

You're right, Mrs. Farewell. "It was crap."

Maybe I can make it up by posting the truth.

- This with your help. - And what is the truth?

"His Majesty's brave knight is opposed to the blind and racist fanaticism - of the Governor of the Cape Colony." - High.

Somerset thinks that the only way to deal with these kaffirs is to kill them.

Her husband's perspective was smarter.

The death of him is a valuable lesson

for future administrators of colonial Africa.

But there is no reason to talk about death, right?

He is still alive, is not he?

On what basis is that supposition, Mr. Simpson?

In his intuition and in the fact of coming to speak with Somerset

to help her find her husband.

Well, I admire your ease, Mr. Simpson,

but I suggest you focus on more current topics.

As I already said, my husband already was.

Starting.

If you change your mind, ma'am, I think it's going to happen

that our newspaper is your best and only ally.

MACASSAR OIL, HAIR INK

To help the show.

The town is reunited.

You are now on your own.

I just needed a good dose of power.

In recent weeks we have abused too much.

I'm afraid our little angels will not take care of us for much longer.

The angels were always quite understanding, Fynn.

But I understand what you mean.

I think Shaka is a believer like most great men.

The empire he built was in his imagination

before becoming a reality.

He saved his life, my man.

Now let's deal with that imagination.

Can I speak, Ndabezitha?

I know who committed the attack.

- Speak up. - Maybe the brother of my son...

- I can tell you. - So?

After you were injured, brother, I sent spies to the north of the Pogolo River.

They told me that Soshangane,

Zwide and the few who survived on Mount Qokli

gathered a new and powerful army trained in the art of Ixwa and Shaka.

The spies told me that an attack was planned on Kwa Bulawayo,

so Zwide knew that the Great Elephant was injured.

How can you be sure that the Zwide conspiracy

did not begin in the heart of one of my faithful subjects,

- As for example, in yours. - We are of the same blood, Mfowethu.

Few men know you as well as I do.

If I wanted to kill you I would have been successful, brother.

Leave me.

- Ngomane. - Ndabezitha.

Choose ten of the uFasimbas

and put them in the middle of the village,

in the sight of all.

Although man has been an impostor,

My regiment should have noticed

before the final blow.

Many times men go blind.

As you stayed in the case of your half brother.

Since the night of the coup I always knew

that Dingane was to blame.

And you let it live?

I need it now

more than ever.

It will attract dissidents, as manure attracts flies.

And when they try to attack me again,

I will be prepared.

Mkabayi is the one who surprises me.

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.

If they offered wings to the leopard, he would be a fool if he did not accept them.

What are these brands for?

They serve to transmit 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.

Writing also serves to save ideas,

to be transmitted to future generations.

It is a form of immortality.

- Who was he? - A king.

- Joji? - No, this is not Jorge.

That is the king of kings...

Christ.

Was Christ greater than Joji?

Bigger than George and who...

Shaka.

He is dead,

hanging from a tree, next to this old melted,

- He is not worthy of a king. - No.

How did it end there?

He was betrayed...

for those he loved the most.

Yes, it is wrong to love.

Especially for a king.

Why are you always silent? Are you afraid?

Do you not bend before this dead king Christ?

No...

Christ is not my king.

= Doubt that Christ is the king of kings.

Yes, Nkosi. I have some doubts.

Then they belong to different tribes.

Yes.

Did King Jesus come from your tribe?

Not mine, but his.

The habits of whites are a dark mystery.

Those warriors with Ixwas near the trees...

- were they part of his army? - He had no regiments.

Only twelve men, unarmed.

And you call him king of kings?

- Greater than Shaka? - Yebo, Nkosi.

- Why? - Look at his lips.

They are moving.

He is saying, "Forgive them, Baba, for they do not know what they do."

Forgive.

How does someone want to govern with that strategy?

Many have the same opinion.

And what does my brother Jorge think?

Jorge, the people, the country

and people from all over the world worship that king as the almighty divine

sent by the ancestors to spread the peace.

But, Nkosi, I know well that King Jesus had a lot of power.

Whether you or my friend Zacharius, know or not,

Christ is Lord of whites.

And the Lord of the Zulus. And the Lord of all men.

And the Sun of the heavens.

Do your powers come from him?

He is power.

With Christ in your heart you are stronger than any regiment.

If Christ is power,

why is it not saved?

Christ had to die

so that the heavens would transmit that power to me.

The youth that granted me,

proof that I inherited that power.

The heavens belong to the Zulus

and Shaka is their son.

If the swallows want to be my friends, they have to keep this in mind.

On this earth there is only one Nkosi yamaKhosi.

A king of kings.

Shaka.

Yebo, Nkosi.

It is a gift of the swallows.

There is no fault in Shaka's logical thinking.

Christ for the heavens, the heavens for the Zulus, the Zulus for Shaka.

I would not be surprised if one day Christ.

He was comfortably involved in the genealogy of the Zulus.

It seems to be a curious legacy of Jesus...

- Be adopted by others. - Did youth say?

Youth?

Acceptance of macassar, Francis.

The help for the show.

He did not think he would go unnoticed, would he?

Think you rejuvenated, not just aesthetically,

but also physiologically.

I wish I would stop that.

- With what? - Think.

It seems that it only brings us more problems.

It also leads us to have what we want.

"I, Shaka, king of the Zulus and the country of Natal, hereby grant, on November 7, 1824,"

with the presence of my bosses and of free will,

" = By transfer and sale to FG Farewell and company"

total possession, for eternity,

the port of Natal along with the islands

and the surrounding area, with full right

to ivory, rivers, mines and any type of item in that area.

As proof of this, I raise my hand

in front of the previously mentioned F.G. Farewell,

whom I recognize as supreme head of those lands,

with total power and authority.

I make this retribution for the attention given to me by whites.

"During my recovery from a wound."

They are like monkeys trying to steal autumn crops.

And you still treat them like kings? "Why, Nkosi?"

If white people give you wings.

It is because they want to make you their victim.

Look at these men.

From now on they will respect them as if they were kings.

I never thought a hair dye would be a political good.

That happens because he is not a practical man.

Very good. I'll be practical.

The bottle is almost empty. And what happens when it ends?

His pessimism is not very British, Fynn.

Why should it be? I am Irish.

Thus, I solemnly declare

that from now on this bay will be called the Port of Natal

and that the surrounding area will be British territory.

Mr. Wilkins.

May God save our gracious king.

Long live the king.

May God care for the king,

That I sent him victorious,

happy and glorious reign.

May God save the king.

Three living by our graceful majesty, King George.

This will not serve us much here in the middle of nowhere.

Yes. It is best to start building a boat.

And we'll leave soon,

Before His Highness sends us one of those posts by our tail.

Tell us when you are planning to leave, gentlemen.

That attitude is very beautiful, Mr. Farewell,

but someone has to start doing something

or no one will leave here alive.

How long do you think we will survive without your help?

Tell me, since we alone will not be able to build a boat.

Tell him.

Do not talk nonsense, man. No one says anything to Shaka.

At the ideal moment, gentlemen, we confront it with the matter.

Until then, concentrate on the life you have.

What do you plan to do when the macassar oil crap is over?

Excuse me, gentlemen, I think we have visitors.

= - - Febana. - Yes, Mgobozi?

The Big Elephant wants to talk to you and Mbuyazi now.

Tell him we will leave for Kwa Bulawayo this afternoon.

They leave immediately. No one makes the Great Elephant wait.

We will leave as soon as we can.

This site is becoming increasingly sinister.

Francis, I do not want to be annoying, but I think Mr. Ogle is right.

What are we going to do when the hair dye is finished?

At that time we will be back in Cape Town,

Is not it, Lieutenant?