Original subtitles

This is the story of the original people; Mahto to the Teton Sioux Tribe.

They live in unity with the earth,

such as theirs ancestors lived for centuries

finding beauty and mystery in the sky, earth and all beings.

Soon the white man will come to the west, his plows will plow the ground.

But for now, the people of the Mahto tribe alone are their own masters,

they live according to old customs, customs of their ancestors.

ROLES:

Better hurry Mahto!

TRANSLATION: DAVID Š. MEASLES

Based on the novel: "Hanta Yo" Ruth Beebe Hill

My son! If I were an enemy, your heart and hair would belong to me.

My son rides more than he runs.

Too much time on the horse softens the boy.

Short breath.

Now we'll see how good you are with onions.

1801 YEAR

We have seen what no one else has Mahto had never seen it before!

Beings with a white hairy face, covered in fur and skins!

Faces and hands the color of snow! Fire and thunder. We were looking for arrows. There were none.

Strange creatures kill quickly, from a distance, with a stick of fire, which smokes.

Paste it, my husband! Will those white beings

use a fire stick to kill the Mahto people?

I lead Mahto. I will not be afraid of what I do not know.

We will talk to Wanagi. Wanagi knows all things, and all beings.

If I go with you I will call the pale hairy face. I'm here! Catch me!

Because I will catch you. - What do you know about these creatures?

How would you catch them? - What does it matter how I hunt?

Pesla is not afraid of anything.

The older my brother grows, his mouth is getting bigger.

Wanagi?

Wanagi?

Wakan Tanka, I offer the sacred pipe to heaven, country, and 4 directions.

Recognize me force of reason.

I am a man, and the son of men, and the grandson of men. Recognize me force of creation.

Grandfathers, hear me. Give me a sign.

I come seeking a vision. I come in possession of a grizzly paw.

Exalted...

I feel the invisible everywhere around this hill.

Do something visible.

Grandfathers, hear me. From this country with your breath, I send a voice.

There is a story that grandfathers used to tell, about white people.

To the people with hairy faces who came over great waters, wider than all rivers.

When the grandfathers crossed the big river and dominated the plains and prairies,

they left those white people behind. And they didn't see them again.

Why are these white people coming here now?

Why do they travel through our rivers? - I only know the story that my ancestors told.

But I also saw that one white man.

He visits me with cold breath Waziye - of the north wind.

The north wind brings white people to the plains. Waziya.

Blows away the spirit of the hawk, and a warm west wind.

At dawn the serpent from the east disappears in front of Waziya.

In front of the north wind Wazi... A spider will not weave its web.

Only grizzly claws protect me from the darkness of Waziya - the cold wind.

Which path will we follow?

The wind from the north will bring more difficult times of all that our nation has ever known.

I see herding bison are becoming harder to find. I see...

Many places where tall grass will and the good earth become dust.

As long as the circle is unbroken, the nation will be renewed.

But I see the circle being broken from the white man.

But I Wanagi, relative of all that swims, either fly, crawl or walk...

... I also see the mystery in thunderous and big sky.

I see one in the age before us among us who was sent from the ancestors.

I smell that Mahto will not be there like none that came before him.

He will lead, but he won't it will be easy to follow.

Not everyone will choose to follow him.

He will bring a new vision to the people.

Not everyone will choose follow his vision.

I see so much about the secret...

But I don't know anymore...

My son is dating me. He is learning his lessons well.

Me and his mother we give him an onion.

From wood from trees from the holy hills, with buffalo tendon.

I will take this bow hunting. I will give this tent meat.

I say Ahbleza is learning her lessons, but not all his lessons.

You will not escape from the enemy crossing the country.

You stay hidden. -If I run, I never will

let the enemy see me or my shadow. -That.

My son will start now. He will show the other boys,

that he is Ahbleza, son of Olepi

the one who will lead. - But my father. I will make a sacrifice to the sun pillar.

You will ride with your father against enemy. To kill, or be killed.

In such dreams, my son will see himself as his father.

And one day I will see in my son, what I see in myself.

It thunders. - I'll take care of our horses.

Maybe I can give it to my wife, other pair of hands.

Maybe another pair of hands helped to soften the skin.

My son is growing into a man,

can't help anymore collect wood and carry water.

This year Siyo and Sahile he will visit us soon.

I will send messengers to the Siyoim.

I will ask not to be endowed with horses, but another woman.

A gift to my real wife. - She won't be short of work.

Listen. Cold wind o to whom Wanagi was talking.

Some white hairy faces fly in that wind.

They are just something. what will the warriors do To scare Mahto and drive him away.

Have you seen him?! Have you seen him?

There...

Holy white buffalo. - My eyes see what Ahbleza sees.

I will tell my father. We'll take the hunters. -Not.

You teach that the white bison is holy. People who own

his fur will never be hungry.

We won't tell anyone what you and I saw this night.

Something bigger is happening, even from killing the sacred white buffalo.

Go to your tipi, and say nothing.

Indeed if this boy lives, he might be the one from my vision.

I welcome Sahil Sijukse. I salute Wisa, and his sons.

It's good to be among our people Cheers to my friends.

I give Olepi 3 good horses.

I thank my Sahil friends for such beautiful gifts.

The Mahtoi welcome Sinte and the Siyo Sijuks to their camp.

I don't bring horses as gifts, my friend Olepi.

But I bring someone to work in his tent.

It's called Wicahpi. Daughter of a brave Siyo warrior.

Welcome!

She is new in our tent.

It's called Wicahpi, daughter of a brave Siyo warrior.

Looks strong enough. -None of the others the woman in the camp does not have such a young helper.

I won't share tipi with an old woman.

I want my own tent. -That.

I need wood for cooking.

Wicahpi comes to help your mother.

And like my wife.

Wood! I need wood from the stream!

You will treat her the same as his real mother.

You will help her.

My grandmother tied my thighs. They won't be removed until I am ready.

You speak bravely. I'm not your grandmother.

I need more time my husband. When I'm ready for you to take me

you will know.

That... A little more time.

I need sleep, husband. That new woman he works so little that he tires me out.

A man with one woman there is something that satisfies him.

I have two wives, and no pleasure.

On this hunt, we will only go after ibex. We will stay away from enemy paths.

No horses to catch? Without Crows chasing us?

Ahbleza must return with fresh with meat as a gift to the new mother.

The gift he expects it will come from my father.

I hear that the sons of Olepis and Oglea go hunting.

We want Sungmani to be able to to join your hunt, son.

Miyaca is not old enough to go out with other boys.

I am. - Ahbleza leads. He will decide.

Sungmani will ride with us.

Good hunting, guys! Good to see that our sons hunt together.

Ahbleza!

I hear the three are going to get meat. I ask Ahbleza to make it four.

I don't have any among the boys rival as a hunter.

I lead. - Ahbleza leads. Pesla follows.

Old and wise, she makes fires and cooks.

I can do more than cooking.

I bring water. I collect wood. I want it to work.

I'm getting teary eyed. It's not helpful to me. It doesn't help my husband.

You're lucky Wicahpi has no sisters. Olepi could also accept them as wives.

And then she would have something to complain about.

I have a lot of trouble with one woman as well.

Does her lack of work make you so angry, or her pretty face?

When I was her age I was more beautiful! Much more beautiful!

When you and I were her age, Olepi and Ogle

they visited us in family tents.

They invited us to listen the music of their flutes,

or to be alone, we share a blanket.

The horses they brought as gifts. Other women never get that kind of attention.

Yes, but the other women are younger.

My son is growing up.

They will soon join the men.

I could lose Olepi from the sleeping blanket of that young woman.

And I'm the one who asked a gift from my husband.

Mysterious horse! Shunka-Wakan!

What does a child know about a stallion. It's wilder to catch and ride.

More than one who tried it catch it died. Let's move on.

I say let's catch the horses! Is there a bigger one? hunting rewards from shunka-wakan?

The horse that kills men, kills boys even easier.

I am a man! Sungmani is a man!

My brother knows how to hunt ibex, not horses!

Three suns have passed. Ahbleza asks ibex, we've never seen one!

I go where I want. Just a little one boys hunt ibex. Come.

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

My husband! Husband!

Whoever asks how this boy died, you and I will be one voice.

Your son died trying catch a wild horse.

I was too late to save him.

My son knows that when hunters go to hunt bison

sometimes nothing can do prevent an accident.

But that didn't help to avoid an accident.

It is right that you are grieving for that dead boy.

But you still can't wear it guilt that does not belong to you.

I'll send a pipe to Wisi, as a sign of our sadness.

Your real mother will do the same take gifts to the boy's mother,

fur and moccasins.

It is not enough that the Mahtos send pipe, fur

and moccasins of the family of the dead Sahil boy.

It is not enough that a boy cuts his hand in grief.

Me and my family come to this council to accuse Olepi's son

for causing my son's death.

Let him say, and others say he is lying,

how Sungmani died.

I ask the council to perform that one the boy in front of you to be responsible,

that boy who doesn't behave according to the custom of the people.

Let Chief Mahto Sioux judge his own son, how this council will judge him.

I ask that this council exile this one the boy for what he did.

If he is going to lead the hunt as a man, let him

then return and be punished like a man.

Let him wander alone, on the prairie,

until he dies.

My rope was tied around shunka-wakan mustang door.

I saw someone, I turned around. Sungmani jumps on the stallion's back.

Shunka wakan is starting fight and steal from your rider.

It causes me to tighten it is torn from the hand.

I'm falling off my horse. I see that Sungmani also falls.

I can see how the stallion is preening into the air over the boy on the ground.

I get to my feet. I'm trying to get to the horse

before any evil happens to Sungmani.

I see Ahbleza and my brother sitting on horses and do nothing.

I'm telling the truth because that dead boy

because of his family who mourns for him.

The will of a leader will endanger lives the two he invites to hunt.

But that leader won't put yourself in danger.

Isn't the leader responsible for everything who are in his party?

Olepi believes that his son can lead.

Why else would he let him to lead other boys.

He can't lead them who do not want to follow.

I say, if the son of chief Mahto

says "I lead", then let him be strong,

and wise. More of a man than a boy.

A son who looks like his father.

Nobody runs away from Olepi. Nobody will

run away from the leader whom everyone respects.

I will be looking for this… For my dead son!

Why is the leader late? save those he leads?

Olepi's son will now say his the story of the death of Sahil the boy.

I rode up. I saw how the horse overthrew the rider.

I saw how Sungmani trying to escape.

He could not. He is a stallion hit the boy Sahil.

I jumped on the stallion and hung on his neck. I bit his ear.

Let the shunka-wakan fight with me, not with Sungmaniji.

But I was late. Ahbleza is late because he waited too long without doing anything.

I'm telling the truth.

Maybe others want to interrogate these guys?

I will say something.

Ahbleza warned my brother and Sungmani da

a horse that kills people kills boys even easier.

My brother tells Ahbleza that he will go where he wants.

He tells Ahbleza that he is a man, and Sungmani is a man.

When my brother rode out to chase the shunka-wakan, Sungmani follows him.

I ride behind with Ahblez. I see Sungmani on the ground.

The stallion attacks Sahil the warrior boy.

Who is closer to Sungmani to save him, Ahbleza or Pesla?

I only know that Sungmani died what listened to my brother, not the leader.

My brother is the one who rides the stallion, while Sungmani lies dying.

What does Pesla say about that?

The truth is that I am rode after the stallion.

I never invited Sahil boy to my pursuit of the horse.

However, I put myself in danger to show his grieving family

that I will catch a horse that he killed their son.

The chiefs will talk among themselves. They will remember what each boy is to them

who returned from that hunt said.

The leaders listened, now they are looking for the truth.

The council will decide.

I'm your brother. Will you betray your own blood?

Both my sons speak. Everyone says they are talking the truth. I know only one is telling the truth.

Pesla and Ahbleza, brave, young strong;

why can't i be friends like their fathers?

You and I both know that my son's life depends on it

about which of yours Sonova is telling the truth.

What will I do with the one who turns out to be a liar?

I only know that I would rather to see his son dead

but expelled.

My brother is afraid that's why he's lying.

He wants people to see him as the bravest of all boys.

That one day was a war chief;

and the Crow and Omaha scalps decorated his spear.

But if the council decide against Ahbleza,

I will ask him to decide against me as well. - No, my friend.

I will face it myself with the decision of the council.

If I'm strong enough.

I told you everything we saw. I ask what does that mean?

The answer is waiting for you.

What am I teaching you about the sacred number 4? - Let's get ready for the holy ceremonies.

That someone can choose "Hunk", the one he will call relative by choice.

One will prepare for a vision quest, and purify oneself in a wigwam of sweat.

And one day, as a man,

offer your body the holy pillar of the sun.

Which way is the wind blew over the two boys?

Towards the hills. - Towards a vision quest.

The wind guides me to seek a vision, to prepare for the council's decision.

The vision will explain everything to me.

Vision will help you see your own unity with all things.

Many people take their pipes to the rocks, some do they return with a vision, others do not.

I see well, when two who together they hunt and play vision-seeking together.

Are you strong enough? Can you be no food 4 suns... and no water?

We have to be strong enough.

I make nothing easy for the one who asks

a new life, boldly and bravely.

Nothing without man.

Man... a holy thing indeed.

I see two rocks high up.

On every stone, places for a vision seeker.

You will stay on them 4 suns, without food and drink.

Be prepared for any the messengers your ancestors send you.

Listen to the roar of the wind, observe each one a small bird, or anything that crawls towards you.

Remember, each carries importance.

Take this flag to the rock where you seek the truth.

Famous buffalo pipes. Visible breath sign.

Known for demonstrating good.

Through the pipe a man can send your voice to the invisible.

The pipe is the link between man and land...

And Wakan-Tanke.

Hold me.

Grandfathers. Hear me.

Cross. Help me.

3 suns have passed, and nothing happens.

Nothing will happen. - Something is going to happen.

Let's share a pipe. To be one force.

Look!

I give you this pipe, a symbol of connection between two brother friends.

Walk with care your connection.

Walk carefully holding the pipe.

The time is coming when all will life depends on that relationship,

between the two sitting in front of me.

In the ages to come, I see that pipe, a symbol

your connections, how she lies broken on the ground.

I will never drop my pipe! -Me neither! I'll hold the pipe.

What you swear before your father

friend, you swear the same to your ancestors.

The pipe will never leave my hands.

If I hold the pipe, I will defend it with my life.

The council will soon decide which one the boy is telling the truth.

I never had a reason suspect Ahblez.

I saw that mine the son returns, carrying a pipe.

Your son will be big a man among men.

Perhaps among all nations.

Your words speak volumes to me mysteries about my son's vision.

His vision demands the most demanding testing.

Nothing is easy for those who tempt, or for Ahbleza's father.

What will become of such a son? Will he not follow his father's path?

If he survives...

he will not live like an ordinary man.

I pray for strength for both of us, and for our sons.

That Olepi's son leads the hunt, makes him more of a man than a boy.

The leader is responsible for everything in your group.

All leaders accept that as the truth.

Even now, a boy leader, trying

become a man, he knows it's true.

The council makes a decision...

The chiefs decided that Pesla,

Ogle's son, and Sungmani, Wisa's son,

those who turned their backs on the leader of the hunt.

It was Pesla, not Ahbleza,

who caused the death of Wisa's son.

The Council decides that if Ogle's son lied once,

will probably do it again. Next time more than one could die.

People survive by holding are close together.

One person who brings danger to people,

is everyone's enemy.

The tribe must protect everyone from this.

Won't my father speak for your son?

The Council decides that Pesla will to be banished from the tribe.

You will wander the prairie alone, and on foot.

They won't take it with them no weapons, no food.

The council will send messengers to all tribes

that they do not help the one who was exiled from the nation.

She was singing... will never return.

I decide something else!

I say it's better that my son die at the hand of his father!

Ogle, grizzlies on the plain they are waiting for Pesla.

Long claws, not a knife, will decide on the death of Pesla.

And if Pesla survives, and not die on the plains,

will his people allow it to return?

No one ever exiled he didn't come back.

Maybe the grizzly says I will live!

Maybe the grizzly says that I and Olepi's son we will not forget each other!

Nor will my father, who wanted me kill with your own knife!

6 YEARS LATER

Ahbleza!

Tonway!

Holy white bison!

Are my eyes deceiving me?! Maybe the sun is shining in your eyes?

No, my father. I...

I can't kill him. -Kill the holy white?

And our people will never be hungry.

I am a hunter in front of you since I was a boy.

Have I ever before kept his arrow.

Being my son means more than hunting.

I'm telling you to join the warriors societies, and you stay away from them!

I tell you to follow my path, and you say you still can't find it!

And now...

You find the holy white buffalo, and you shall not kill it.

I can't kill the holy white. I do not know why.

I just can't.

If you want to follow my path, he thinks more than himself.

You will think about our people. And to that one which brings good, not to one; but to everyone.

The first time I was a boy, you said don't call hunters. Don't tell anyone.

Why do I see a holy white buffalo second time? Why can't I kill him?

I ask a question and I want an answer!

Maybe holy white bison comes to Ahblezi and

Mahto Sioux carrying message, not your fur.

If there is a message, how will I know? - According to the number that is most sacred to people, 4.

I know that if you see the holy white bison 4 times,

it will be a moment in history of a nation greater than any before.

Even more important than meat. It could point to

survival of the people in the ages ahead of us.

Why should I be? selected for that message?

I who do nothing What satisfies my father?

I who am someone who is unsure of his own path.

From this day, neither your father nor I, we do not decide the path you will take.

If I will not be like my father, who will i be?

Holy white bison... Something that not every generation sees...

it decides your path.

Paste... To a friend of Sahil Sijuks. I'm Miyaca.

Son of Wise.

Miyaca...

32 of our young men, killed by the arrows of the Crow.

Me and my father wounded.

my father died leading his people here.

People camped along the muddy river,

there was no warning that the Crows will attack us.

But 2 suns fathers and young people they repulsed the enemy.

Protecting children, women and the elderly.

When they saw that they could not win, they took our horses and ran away.

The muddy stream runs red, from the blood of Sahil!

Arrows of the Crow. Arrowheads made of iron.

Crows trade with white to people for metal pots,

and then they break those pots to make arrows.

Those arrows that killed your father, and young men, they come from 2 enemies.

A crow, and a white man. - My father died leading the people here.

We don't ask for your sadness, we are already asking our Mahto friends,

to join the revenge against the Crows!

I will drive a war pole. I will paint my face.

I will take that revenge!

The fury of our brothers Sahil, it's the rage of all of us!

I will avenge the dead Sahil! Every Crow I find, I will kill!

This battle is good for our sons. Their hearts need warming in battle.

Who is she? - The same young squaw that catches your eye.

His name is Heyatawin. After this fight I intend to get to know her well.

As I understand it, revenge means kill anyone who is a Crow.

But I ask, why don't we just hunt them the killers who attacked Wisa and Sahila?

Would the Crows punish their own for stealing horses and killed enemies?

If I kill everyone The crow I see

will our young men die for my deed?

My son cannot change what has always been, and

which it always will be. You cannot change the customs of war.

If the Crows go unpunished for these murders, who

Everything going forward can be killed? Me, you? Ogle, Tonweya?

Relatives of others, and Wanagi?

How many of our young people could die from those attacks, without revenge?

No warrior would let them say yes are Mahto and Sahile Baba who are hiding.

All Crows will be punished for that what their young do.

I will ride with my father into battle.

To kill... or be killed.

I tied myself to the ground! Where is the Crow?

brave enough for Chief Olepi?!

Woman! I call you a woman!

Lead the women and children! Save yourself!

Tonway!

You will pay for this Mahtoi! This will be avenged!

You will eat. You will talk. Recover.

I'm saying that. I say this knowing my power.

I know the ancient powers, and that's why you will eat!

I know, and that's why you will walk!

We defeated the death of Tonwey.

You see the mystery in my power.

I see honor goes to the man who kills,

even greater honor to the man who heals.

Watch!

Me and my friends are traveling towards the camp Siyo Sijuksa at the big ridge.

We ask permission from Mahto Sijuks to pass through your paths.

I welcome the Siyos to eat and have dinner with friends Mahto and Sahila.

Tonight we celebrate a great victory over Crows!

We traded with the white people, high up by the muddy river.

When will those white people stop sailing your canoes our rivers?

Will we ever run out of rivers?

Who disfigured this man's face? No Crows, no Omaha?

It was a disease. - White man's disease!

If the Siyos chose to trade with a white man, Mahtoi will not.

Go paint your face like other young women. There's nothing here for you.

My husband knows who enjoys it the most.

I'm just looking for a gift that it makes me happy.

I'll look for you in the dance circle.

I will look for mine as well the first woman at the dance.

I'm sorry my friend he can't dance in front of you.

You speak for yourself, or for your friend?

My friend wants you get to know better, like me.

My name is Ahbleza. My friend is Tonweya.

My name is Heyatawin.

The warriors present this horse to Olepius.

A horse is not for war. Just to pay tribute to the one who was brave in the war.

May the eyes of all people see Olepius.

They honor the warrior who is always lived the life of a warrior.

Why aren't you with other women. - You deserve a more diligent wife.

With your permission, I want to leave this camp.

Maybe you see more in the looking glass

white man, than you see in me.

I want to go now this night.

I reject you!

I see that the people of Mahto honors my husband.

I hear people chanting his name.

I was proud to stand by him.

It was at the time month of yellow leaves.

I see a man whom people call Olepi.

As he stands before my father.

I see someone standing there.

Someone slim... and alive.

And the obvious. Someone who has turned 10 and 6 winters.

I hear Olepi asking my father...

that he will take me as his wife.

That man will call me wife.

That man...

I'll call you husband.

That man I will call my husband,

I will love all the days of my life.

Wanagi's medicine gives new strength to a young heart.

I want to bring my blanket to your teepee.

Ahbleza falls easily, as he rides.

Maybe I'm starting a new custom in between Mahto Sijuks and Sahil Sijuks.

Can't you speak?

Have you become scared and stupid?

Not...

Father friend. I need...

Maybe you can advise me.

I...

I... I need help. Medicine for women.

A weasel's paw.

Maybe you can advise me and... 2 pine needles?

To show his real ones feelings for me.

Do you want a love potion too?

Maybe sod roots tied to a stone?

Just fir needles.

Enough.

Take the fur...

Find the flute.

Just be yourself.

Get out. Out. Out. Out.

I have something to tell you sister. - Uh, you're so serious, little one.

I dreamed about you and Ahbleza last night. - She hasn't chosen that one yet.

Other than that, I think so she prefers Tonweya.

Do you want to tell me about that dream? -I would not. I would be embarrassed.

So what do you want to share? that you like Ahbleza?

I have eyes. I see you stare at him for a long time.

And what if I choose Tonway?

The choice is yours. And I'm not staring at Ahblez.

It's not true.

Anyway, little sister,

Heyatawani's choice could to become our husband, too.

I love you too.

Some say slow I choose a woman.

Someone who waits is someone who maybe others call it slow.

Which one is it?

We bring gifts...

What a young man brings to a girl, before giving her father horses.

We can't wait any longer, to talk about marriage.

We ask... for you to choose one of us to be your husband.

Here. Now.

None of you can order me around to choose. If I want to wait, I will.

Someone who waits is someone who others may call it slow.

What else are you looking for? We shared furs, played the flute.

I'm not asking for anything more. I will choose between 2 brother friends.

I will always remember, and call you friend, scout who paid me his respects

asking me to become his wife.

If you accept me as your wife,

I will call Ahbleza my husband.

To my brother friend... and his wife...

if ever needed... I swear on my life.

It's true. I own only one horse.

I have 3 daughters.

But I have furs, good onions and peppers.

Moccasins, and other leathers. And my horse. I will offer that...

and even more... If you ask.

In exchange for gifts, a young man who calls the husband of one of my daughters,

let him be called husband to all my daughters.

I'm looking for a wife not a war group.

He is the son of Olepius, of the war chief Mahto.

I am also a chief.

If he marries one of my daughters,

it is the custom of Sahila that she must marry everyone.

I am only looking for... Yes young Sahila the woman becomes the wife of Mahtou.

I want to own forever her smile.

I want you to know that what I feel towards Heyatawin, I feel for her family too.

I will be your protector, if you so wish.

Just a protector, but not the husband.

If my daughters agree, I will agree too.

I will come to your tent, only when my sister...

and her husband called.

My sister also speaks for me.

Heyatawin will take away pipe to Mahtoim.

Grandfathers say you will start anew. -Bass I just got married, isn't that new enough?

Start from the beginning. If you want a new person in your life,

start again - But what do you want? -Start over. Clear the way.

Forget everything. Make yourself anew born. Be a new person.

Which woman marries her husband who has nothing?

Give everything to others, even your horse. - I promised her family gifts!

Wedding gifts. My fur... - Share your fur. You don't need it.

That woman is special... - Share everything you carry with others.

Without clothing for your body, or covering for the tent. No moccasins for your feet.

Everyone else who gets married gets gifts! Why do I have to give everything and receive nothing?!

Your path is different from all other people.

The ancestors say that Ahbleza follows a path that others would not travel.

Many years ago, the boy returns after hunger and thirst on the hill.

He draws a picture of his vision to my father's friend.

Now you have to see the picture which I draw for you.

I paint my own pictures.

Do as I said. You will be born again.

I decide on that!

It's good to be generous... But he is getting married soon.

Is he rejecting our daughter? Why does it do that?

How can he take ours sister for a wife, now?

I give this horse my friend's family.

Come back!

Take everything with you what's left of that

what i own You're embarrassing coming here.

I offer myself instead of everything you rejected.

There is a gift in front of Ahblez other persons.

I'm here, and I'm alone. And I have nothing.

You are not alone. - I choose this day start your life anew.

I've been waiting my whole life at the touch of one man.

This day I stand before him. - You see me as more than I am.

I see the image of a child in you. A child which I want to bring into the world.

I will call this man her husband.

I know only this man will plant the gift of your seed in me.

If you won't take me, then I will never know a man.

4 enemy warriors, Omaha, they pass through the land of Mahto!

Then we will ride out and meet you Omaha with our spears!

Maybe a brother friend will find a horse and weapons

for the one who gives everything to others?

My friend does not need a spear for only 4 enemies.

Enemies of the Mahto tribe!

I killed them all!

Doesn't my father recognize his own son?

Pesla?!

Is that my brother? Is that Tonweya?

I'm Tonweya.

I am Ahbleza.

And I'm Miyaca. And I don't forget that one which caused my brother's death.

But I'm driven away, to live or die on the prairie.

I remember that I am Mahto. Where can I find it? enemy camp, I steal horses,

and I struggle with theirs to young men who dare

challenge my tomahawk! And my fire stick!

Who told Pesla that he could travel the paths of Mahto?

The grizzly's long claws decide.

When I was banished, Wanagi is the one who told the people,

that the long claw of a grizzly bear decide on the life or death of Pesla.

The grizzly was killed!

I started my way back...

That I can be visible again to his people.

I've been on the plain for 6 winters, my son lives too!

His grandfathers really gave him strength!

Truly the ancestors speak through my son!

Returning him to his family.

Let nothing divide us again.

Me and you... Friends forever.

Me and you...

I will ask the council to accept Pesla back among our people.

Long grizzly claws will decide.

Enough arrows! I bet into your furs, and your horses!

What will Vaskhate invest?! - My bag.

I bet my tipi on the next game! - You don't have a teepee.

You live in a tent your mother.

I'm making a new bet!

I stake my life on Vaskhate's next move.

You who invest your furs, bows, arrows and moccasins!

Are you so afraid of man who bet his life?

Miyaca accepts Pesla's car!

If Pesla wins...

I promise to bring meat every day of his life!

I believe you have a strong hunter's hand! Because I'm not a boar!

Vaskhate will not lose. - Throw it.

I bet my life.

Now I give it to you.

I proved my point. I decide that enough is enough.

You don't decide anything! Kill me!

Or I don't owe you anything!

I decide not to.

I'm placing a new bet.

We bring gifts. Fur for the husband.

Moccasins for Heyatawin.

The white man's knife, for hunting and war.

Furs for your tent. -For my nephew and his wife, may you grow old together.

I bring the same A gift to Ahblez.

This horse now belongs to my wife,

may she travel safely wherever she goes.

And I return the pipe of dreams.

All that I gave is coming back.

Old men hunt with a bow and arrow, while young women and lie in tents.

Pesla went nowhere Mahto had never traveled before.

Pesla saw what Mahto did not he had never seen before.

I saw white people. I saw a fire rod.

He protects the white man, and does no harm to anyone he calls a friend.

To everyone he calls friends, the white man offers a stick of fire.

I own my spear. If I sell your spear for that fiery staff,

the white man will own me.

But the ancestors allowed me to live, so I can come back to warn you.

If the Mahtoi want live according to old customs,

Mahtoi will die.

Pesla is coming back... Carrying the white man's weapon.

Some will say he is a messenger. I say...

that he is the message.

Once upon a time I told you about the time ahead.

Age harder than it is our people have ever known.

That era is now.

What are we going to do?

My vision is about what who will ensure that the welfare of the people

and holy mother earth not be neglected.

That customs are important to preserve people do not reject and forget.

The man about whom he will the survival of the people depend.

That man will be recognized as the force of balance for all people.

The ancestors speak through that man.

I'm talking about someone with a peaceful heart,

who is also brave in war. I'm talking about someone...

Born again.

Before this camp crash for travel,

before the warm months of summer; honorary shirt

will be worn by someone who is now here among us.

That man will join other peacemakers

so respected among to our brother tribes.

I am that man he will lead the people.

I am born again.

I will own that shirt.

Dog! (Crows!)

Dog! Dog! (Crows! Crows!)

Crows! The war party is riding here! - How far they are!

Maybe 2 days. - How many warriors?

20 and 6. With fast horses between the legs! They carry more bows than spears!

If the Crows want to fight, their wish will come true.

I ask Olepi that me and the young people let's dedicate to that fight!

I ask that I lead them into battle. Which of you will join me?!

Who will implement this a day with a tent fire?!

Pesla offers to lead the fight.

Where Pesla leads young man, I will follow.

A certain son of Olepi remembers all who are joined this warrior society.

Which require that Ahbleza become one of them!

Who ask him to accept the honor, and embrace the danger of battle!

Before Ahbleza accepted the spear, once now hold the spear of this warrior society!

I'm not talking about deeds which I committed in battle.

Nor will I join any warrior society until I choose for myself!

My son!

I was given this white one horse as the greatest honor.

This pointing horse honor to your father, belongs to you.

When I see how yours the hand accepts the spear.

When the war party rides out I will take the spear, but not before!

Go with you to watch! Come with you to fight!

I'm bringing an honorary horse, like that for Ahbleza to remember his father's gift.

You will ride it alone, when you come back safely.

Not upon my return, father. I will ride on your horse against the enemy.

Even I don't ride white horse into battle.

It makes the rider easy a target for the enemy.

You want to trade your horse for an act of bravery.

Let people know that I respect that trade.

When I come back...

I will give you this horse back.

It's a stupid risk. Why a white horse?

You have proven yourself to the young men when you accepted the spear.

I took the spear to show to the people to respect my father's wish.

The act that leaves me without honor for himself.

My son earned the honor. When they are young people saw that he accepted the spear.

I and they know he is one of them.

The people will see how my son is becoming a warrior.

I'm not asking for anything more than that from you.

I ask that you and they respect what I choose.

Father...

I try to see the truth in everything you ever say to me.

That a man must be reasonable. That he must be able to choose.

That others will respect his choice

regardless of whether you and I agree with it.

Your words say you don't want to the courage of this day.

Already a show of courage.

Come with me, father. I'll give you what you want.

The most exciting show of courage which you will ever witness.

This day! The people will see me!

I hear my son speaking bravely to his father. People look at him on his father's horse.

Crows will be looking for someone on a white horse.

Someone crazy... who will be killed.

This is the day your son starts demonstrate your vision.

Maybe he knows that...

Maybe not...

This day! The people will see me!

I hear my son speaking bravely to his father. People look at him on his father's horse.

Crows will be looking for someone on a white horse.

Someone crazy... who will be killed.

This is the day your son starts demonstrate your vision.

Maybe he knows that...

Maybe not...

Their war chief. What kind of horse is he riding?

Crow. A mighty crow.

He carries a spear and a shield. - Come closer, dogs! We will let you bleed!

Get out of the way! Their chief belongs to me!

Hanta Yo! (Clear the way!)

What is he doing?

It seems that Mahto Sijuksi they send someone they want dead,

Someone who is being punished feeding our arrows.

Hanta Yo! I'm counting down the shot!

Only the bravest warrior will touch the enemy without killing him.

Will my son take more horses?

Your son performs only one such riding.

There is no doubt about this today. That which I heard and saw it, it's a big secret.

Holy to you.

I see that this day my the son walks further than his father.

My relatives.

The council decides that you and I will call Ahblez the Man Who Wears a Shirt.

Ahbleza, chief of men.

A hundred fringes, for your deeds in campaign against the enemy.

More than a hundred fringes for the Shirt Wearer as a peacemaker.

The shirt represents those things which the people value the most.

Understand that the people who care will protect the shirt for your own good,

even while the Owner of the Shirt to whom it is for the good of the people to protect.

About every man he takes care and protects him.

You will give up anger. You will give up revenge.

You will always remember yourself, as a peacemaker.

To wear this shirt... And I will be everything that the people expect from me...

I will need strength. I will renew myself according to the old customs.

I will pray for the tribe.

And I will respect my ancestors who were before me.

I hear a little heart. Brave heart of a son.

I remind you that all families want a girl as the first born.

Maybe... The daughter of him who is the chief of the people.

I like my husband's Mahto customs. A woman can come and go as she pleases.

You won't be there for more than a month away from me.

If you stay longer, I will use another Mahto custom.

I will throw you away and let someone else to an old man who can choose you.

The women ask me to take them to visit their relatives. But I know they want store gifts.

A single man and 3 women. You won't make it get to the point, on the way, or on a visit.

Our third daughter will stay in the family home tent and wait for the return of the family.

I will follow the custom he wants daughter for the first born child.

And then I'll only want boys.

I know enough about girls and sisters.

The horse will carry you gently.

I want to give you something now, to remember your husband.

Wherever I go, I carry the gift of our child. In a month I will be with my husband again.

Crows!

Run away! They killed my husband!

Here.

The lust of a woman! Surrender! Come out of hiding!

We captured your horses! Now we will grab you by our tents!

Come sister. We have to move on.

I have it now!

Goodbye my dear husband.

I held my little wings butterfly between fingers.

Let go of your wings, my father told me, follow where they lead you.

Let them teach the boy how to run.

How can I have one? days to teach my son.

When my father put me on for the first time on the back of a horse, was an old mare.

All day everyone was wondering seeing me on her back.

The father said, "It teaches the boy to

don't scare animals and don't be lonely,

he will ride alone for a long time."

My father didn't teach me to choose the road i will travel...

he showed the way...

no questions.

Maybe... my father is giving it to me dreams he never had.

I looked at my father and the road,

so I said to myself, today I lost two fathers,

about the first... I know something,

about the second... nothing.

I am your dream.

I really am of your blood.

We camped. The crows killed my husband.

And stole our horses.

Heyatawin and his sister hid.

I didn't see them anymore.

Take her safely to the camp.

heyatawin...

Have you heard anything? -Nothing.

He doesn't want to see for 4 days nobody but his mother.

I have been bringing for 4 days meat and water for him.

It does not touch a niche of what I bring him.

don't eat anything he doesn't even drink.

I can't cry.

While Ahbleza mourns her dead woman, the enemy has gone unpunished for too long!

Let the Sioux have their revenge and start the path of war!

I say let the Crows mourn their dead! Let the Mahtoi raise the pillar of war!

Let the Sioux go to war!

Calls for revenge from one heard of many.

The wearer of the Shirt is looking for for the warriors to wait.

Don't forget that the bison came close!

We are close to the holy season, when the ancestors of the herd will seek the Mahtos!

My brothers! There is a time for war, and there is a time for peace.

Our people will not survive, if he is hungry.

I speak as the chief to whom you gave this shirt, get ready to hunt.

When we all have enough meat,

skins and furs for moccasins and tents,

let there be war then!

when you were a boy you chose a cousin by choice.

You both participated in the sacred ceremony and became blood brothers.

You entered the wigwam of sweat and instructed together in search of a vision.

The fourth one remains sacred ceremony.

You will fulfill your vow as the Wearer of the Shirt.

You have to rebuild yourself and the people according to old customs.

You will perform the Sun Dance.

How can I renew myself, when I can't even avenge his dead wife first?!

Ahbleza tells me that the honor belongs to that one who kills, even greater to the one who heals.

My heart is full of rage! I can not cry, I cannot take revenge!

If I could, I would gladly give up this shirt and instead of my father led the revenge!

You are in this world for another purpose.

Wanagi! What purposes?!

Holy man, I can't wait any longer to the annual tribal Sun Dance.

I want to recover now. Please to lead me in that holy rite.

Life force surrounds and fills you.

Renew my son, your body and spirit.

Give your whole body to the sun pillar and yours suffering for the benefit of the entire nation,

No one who walks this earth among men,

cannot give more than that, in that holy way,

but go before the sun pillar and make a sacrifice to the ancestors,

as you will do now.

Don't forget that I told you that you na you have a higher purpose in this world.

At the Sun Dance,

he might experience a new vision.

What could I see in that new vision?

As you know Ahblez, a lot in the spring I was the eyes of the people.

And now...

I can't see any further now from the sun column.

Smoke my friend. When the morning star fades,

the sacred rite of the Sun the dance begins.

My father friend...

I need your help.

You were right. I learned a lot. Saw the tips.

The vision you spoke of, she appeared to me.

I saw beyond sun pillar.

I see only one direction.

Sacred hunting grounds of the Black Hills where everyone ends the journey and leaves its breath.

I'm dying...

The ancestors say... that someone new, now the eyes of the people.

The sun is bloody before my eyes. I see scenes of a terrible war.

Brother fights brother. Hear the cry of small children without mothers and fathers.

And wherever you look, i see white people

Father friend...

Don't die! Tell me what to do.

Tell him to stop!

Put the ax down! - There won't be any revenge for my dead wife!

War belongs to the people! - That will suit our people bring misfortune! - Crows have to pay!

There will be no more war!

Young people want war! They demand war!

I speak as one who has proven himself in war! Like a Man Who Wears a Shirt!

Let's go on a new path! We won't anymore fight! My ancestors sent me a vision!

I saw how brother fights brother!

Friends and enemies kill each other at war! Children cry without parents!

Children are dying! I saw a white man, how he flooded the earth!

We have to send that message to the drums, to all our friends! And enemies!

Let the Matho Sioux be first and show the way to everyone else!

We must leave the prairies, and return back to the holy hills!

We can have land there, and invite all the tribes to share it with us!

We will all live as one family, friends!

And we never will again walk the path of war!

If I see Crows, I say yes to them we will be friends, he will kill me.

And what kind of vision do you see for children who will come?

The Man with the Shirt knows they are warriors without war, people who cease to exist!

We have to let us the blood cools forever.

A tribe without warriors will not hold together. - We have to do it, or we will die out!

Too long! Too long I'm waiting for this man

talk about war! Hear just the wailing of the peacemaker!

I will lead our young men to war! I will let go

blood and take scalps revenge for Košuljaš!

Only I, Olepi, will take revenge for my son's dead wife and family!

I, and no one else, will occupy my son's place in this battle.

Ahbleza!

You ask me to call enemies to your friends.

Will the peacemaker go to mine as well? enemies, and talk to them about peace?

First I will talk about peace, then I will act peacefully.

I found her alone. She walked from Sahil camp after the Vran attack.

Kipanna?

Yes, your wife's sister. She came to fulfill her obligation.

Welcome, my wife's sister.

Kipanna, it should have been a son.

I heard a small call.

To give you a child.

What is that? - Those are moccasins, but I hadn't finished them yet.

They were supposed to be a gift to mine sister and your child.

Who says it's bad if I love mine?

My son says it's tradition people have to change.

Maybe everyone will people change.

I'm too old. It's too late to change.

When I was young, I remember what it was like my husband softened the tears of a woman who was afraid.

Do not go. - I say to the tears of a woman, if I'm not afraid...

Let my wife not be afraid.

Our ancestors turned to Ahbleza on the pillar of the sun.

I believe him.

My father rides a white horse? A good target for enemy arrows.

I gave it to my son. And he became the chief.

But you've never ridden it into battle. Why now?

I gave it to you once as a sign of courage.

Now I will ride into that fight for you.

Remember the day you took it spear for me and showed courage.

I will hardly be able to show such riding like you did that day.

But the enemies will see who I am. - Father.

I don't want you to carry this spear as something you owe me.

When something happens to people, it must be sanctified.

If I'm anything, I'm me representative of our tribe.

And the example of a warrior.

And a good father to his son.

Grandfathers!

I'm alone now.

I ran out of Wanagi, and my father.

Recognize me! Help me!

Hear me!

Show me the right way!

Give me a sign!

White bison!

He points to the south, the road to the land of our ancestors!

Olepi is dead. Many of our young men were killed.

Our enemies will us destroy if we do not act. Immediately!

Our ancestors chose me, again born, to show the right path.

We have to travel to the place where white traders camp and buy guns.

Then we will show ours enemies who we are.

If people want to trade, I will lead them to the white man.

We will travel together as one family all the way to the white trader.

And me...

I will continue my journey further south, to the Black Hills of the land of our ancestors.

And you will have a choice at the white merchant, who wants to follow the Man with the Shirt...

and who to Peslu.

Where are the Psa (Crows)?! Where are the jackals?!

Who will stop Mahto?!

Ahbleza!

I hear that the pale-faced merchant offers a lot of brightly colored fabrics.

Maybe I'll trade for them, and wear them.

And young men will find me beautiful.

Kipanni does not need fabric to be more beautiful.

The young men know that I live in your tent, but not like your wife.

When I first came to you, I came as your wife's sister, to fulfill the obligation.

But now I want someone to touch me.

Someone to make me his wife.

Kipanna... What can I give you?

If we marry you it doesn't mean anything.

But Ahbleza, life goes on, and you are still young.

What will I do to you Kipanna when I feel like it heart dead.

When you find a young man which you really like...

I will negotiate with him and tell him.

Someone who wants me as a wife. As the mother of her children.

Someone I'll call my wife. Whose heart belongs to me.

Always remember someone who will never belong to me.

I need skins to trade. Even yours.

give me your shirt I'll trade it for a fire stick.

Warriors will follow me. You will see!

People will camp here tonight.

Those who choose to trade, i can start tomorrow morning.

I will not trade with pale faces. I will not stay in this place.

I will follow my blood brother south, to the land of our ancestors.

A grizzly is waiting for a deer.

I want to trade for an iron pot for the white man's cooking.

Siyo women use them, as well as Sahila women.

Your father didn't want me let me have one.

If you don't let me, then father and son they speak with one voice.

When I buy pot, I will follow you to the land of my grandfathers.

It is your right to choose, mother.

Warriors need all skins to trade with white men for guns. - These are mine!

Mine are for trading!

Give it back to me! -Trade for Ahblezina leather shirt! He doesn't need it!

Do not touch the skin, I'm warning you, Shirtless!

These skins belong to Kipanna.

Those behind you wouldn't know what happened with you! Peace knows no enemies!

The Mahtoi need your strength. Ours there are not many people! Be with them!

Become a force for good!

You all have the right to choose for yourself. I have no power to stop any of you.

Those who choose not to trade with white man let them come with me now.

Cancuna, see you soon, I just buy a metal pot.

I will be happy to see you my friends.

I remember the Wanagis words, when we

became blood brothers, and received the holy pipe.

That the time will come when the fate of the people depend on us, my friend. Do you remember?

He who leads the people will guard the pipe.

Lula and our connection it will never be broken.

Please be careful on my mother and others

so that they could follow us later to the ancestral land.

I will show friendship to white people. Only friendship seems a wise choice.

There they are. Are coming.

The white merchant greets the Mahtos and calls for trade.

I am the war chief of Mahto. Our warriors want fire sticks.

Tell him we're going to trade.

But first we need ours meet to celebrate,

fire water which it bakes so well.

The white man offers a cup friendship to the Mahtos.

Offers a glass before the trade.

Does the white merchant think that we color his drink?

Let's forget about Ahbleza, Tonwey. We are here together. Drink!

Come on, bring the skins and furs. There's more fiery waters. -Bring the furs!

You will get more fire water! -Bring all skins and furs quickly!

You will get metal ones pots for their fires.

Drink friends! Without fear! Fire water gives courage!

Just drink!

Now I'll show you how full of muskets. Therefore...

Here.

Now...

I'm placing a new bet, Pesla. There!

I accept Miyaca's bet.

Tell that gang yes they bring more furs.

Without skins there is no more whiskey, guns, pots and hats.

The white merchant says, if you want more fire water, bring more hides and furs.

It's not good that fiery drink makes men.

They act like foolish boys.

I fear for them.

In times to come Tonweya,

I see this pipe, a symbol of your connection, as she lies broken on the ground.

If I hold a pipe, I will guard her with my life.

It's empty! - Go back to your teepees! Come in the morning when the sun rises!

I think you're testing us cheat with that fiery drink.

The trader is no longer trading today. - Nobody plays Mahto.

We are empty! We have nothing left to trade!

Take it easy, we have time! We are friends!

Come in the morning and we'll continue. - That's what the merchant tells you. Come in the morning.

Why in the morning? Now we celebrate. I like the taste of boiled water.

I want more! All my warriors want more!

We gave everything we had. We have nothing for tomorrow.

Do you want our tents, moccasins? Our women? Our children?

When you have more fur, and leather, we will trade again.

I take what I want. If you want your skins back, you will get them.

And we'll get our drinks! Listen to me!

If ever again this dealer says more than

what I want to hear, or will deceive my people...

I will hunt him down and decorate mine fire stick through his scalp!

You, throw!

Fool! We came here to trade. Don't kill!

Miyaca!

I went to look for those who would come behind us. I didn't see anyone.

I decided to set up this camp for your mother and everyone who might come.

You really are my father's friend.

Chief Mahto. - I follow the Man with the Shirt, and his vision of peace.

Only you are looking for a way for the people to survive without war.

How can all tribes live in peace.

Or no one will survive.

And what about white people?

Do you believe it will do they hold good?

Will he respect the Mahto tradition?

Just some of those white people they share the same heart with the Mahtos,

as we share it with each other.

Soon Mahtoi will be far to white man, and all enemies.

We will live peacefully in the holy hills.

You live in those hills we will be in a good place.

Where the country calls us to we hunt and sleep in peace.

In the good land of the ancestors.

We will live according to old customs, old traditions.

To dream of hunting bison, and herds of wild mustangs, together.

Dreams of a young woman next to which I sit.

There was a fight between Pesla and a pale-faced merchant.

A fire broke out.

Pesla is dead.

Miyaca is also dead.

White merchant's fire water she brought madness among the young men.

I gave you a pipe to look after on your brother and young people!

I tasted the same the white man's burning drink.

I broke my pipe.

Pieces of this broken pipe,

as Wanagi had predicted many years ago.

Foe! Crows! They're coming over the hill! They're coming here!

Quick, we have to escape!

Quickly! Get on your horses and run away! I will hold the enemy!

I will... - No, the Man with the Leather Shirt defends the people!

Quickly! - I will stay too. - I know theirs a chief on a black war horse.

You ride with your father. - My son will lead the way.

I broke my pipe and broke my vow. Let me confront the enemy.

If someone should die today, then it's me. - Why are you talking about death?

I come in peace. Crows won't hurt the Man with the Shirt.

I will lead the enemy astray, you take the people home to the holy hills.

Leave the tents! Take only the essentials, and on horses!

Quickly! Crows want to capture women and kill the children and the men!

He's the one.

Hanta Yo! (Clear the way!)

Don't shoot! Wait!

Fire!

Search the hill! Search the stream!

Cross! I carry a pipe!

I come in a holy way! Hear me ancestors!

This day I am fulfilling the relationship between two people who dream.

I am a man of peace.

I wear the shirt of peace, and I come to bring peace.

I seek peace among enemies.

Psa (Crows) and Mahto Sijuksi...

The Sioux... and the Crows...

And so is Ahblezina the vision was fulfilled.

The Mahto Tribe of the Teton Sioux for sure traveled to the land of the ancestors.

Where are they for a while lived according to old customs,

hunted bison, collected wild horses

and taught young people to love holy mother earth,

and realize their connection with all living things.

TRANSLATION: DAVID Š. MEASLES

Taken from www.titlovi.com