Zarafa

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- My name is Soula. And you?

- Maki.

Quiet!

Don't cry.

They burnt my village.

My father will come and rescue me.

He is a great warrior.

If you are here, Maki, it's because they burnt your village, too.

I said "Quiet!!"

Go easy on them. Don't ruin the merchandise.

Look, Soula, the chains are too big for us.

- We can escape.

- Stop, Maki, it's too dangerous.

Come!

Hamok! Go get him!

Good luck, Maki.

Hamok! Shut up, idiot!

I hope the little bastard is in there.

Stupid dog!! I don't wanna hear you again

till we reach Alexandria!

We'll hunt again tomorrow.

Thus began the grandiose adventure of Maki

and his friends.

Soula.

Hassan.

Malaterre.

Bnur.

Mounh.

Sounh

Zarafa.

The morning after...

One, two, three, four, five

How many legs do you have?

I saw you!

Nobody escapes me.

Let's go

I'll take you back by the scruff of the neck, my little man!

Come here, you!

Quick!

You'll stop running!

Damn beast! Get lost!

Make yourself scarce, I said!

NO!!

Come now.

You are mine.

He is nobody's.

Drop the gun or I kill you.

Now get lost before I change my mind.

We will meet again.

For your sake, I hope not.

Slaver!

- What are you doing?

- Go home before they find you again.

- Where are you taking him?

- I said go home.

Where are you taking him?!!

I promise you I'll protect her and

do everything I can to take her back.

A mirage?

Yes. Mirages exist.

What is a mirage?

A mirage is like a dream you have while your eyes are open.

A dream without sleeping?

Exactly. Dreaming while awake.

Then, he didn't really the oasis?

In the desert, never trust what you are seeing.

Sometimes, it can play tricks on you.

In the desert, or elsewhere...

Never take what you see at face value.

Why are you following me?

You don't want to answer me?

Good. I don't like talkative people.

I am following my giraffe.

Your giraffe?

What's its name, your giraffe?

I don't know.

We'll call her Zarafa.

In my language, it means "Giraffe".

Where do you take her?

She refuses to drink. If she doesn't drink, she will die.

Tomorrow, we need to find something to eat.

We'll go to Mahmoud's.

Then I'll find a caravan that will take you home.

Understood?

Come.

If you go far from this camp

you will get lost.

If you get lost,

you will die.

Unless you can find your way in the stars.

In the desert or in the middle of the ocean

if you are lost,

ask the sky.

Mahmoud!

Hey, Mahmoud!

I can't believe my eyes! Hassan!

Benur!!

So you found your giraffe?

The Pasha will be happy.

She is magnificent!

Mahmoud,

I need milk.

Milk?

I have milk.

Do you want it skimmed, half-skimmed, pasteurized, concentrated, dehydrated.....

- I have very good yogurt.

- Just milk.

Milk. Just milk he said.

But milk of what? Goat? Sheep? Cow?

Mahmoud!

All right, all right, no problem, friend.

But tell me, what do you want milk for?

To make butter? cheese? crpes? cakes?

Goat milk. For the giraffe.

Goat milk.

I don't have it.

I will count to three.

But I've got cow milk.

Let me present Mounh and Sounh.

They are the sacred cows of Tibet.

Tibet? What is it?

It's a country. It's very big!

Isn't it obvious?

Do they give milk?

Of course! Not just any milk either. They give sacred milk!

Excellent for kids' growth. Also very good for...

One.

For you, friend, two for the price of one.

Just one.

If you take just one, it's twice the price.

-How come?

Because...err...you never separate twins.

Or it becomes very expensive.

I only need one.

Mounh or Sounh.

Sounh.

Mounh.

No, Sounh.

Why are they called Mounh and Sounh?

Because Moonh was born under the moon

And Sounh under the sun.

But...

I thought they were twins.

They are twins.

Born on an Eclipse day.

The moon hid the sun when Moonh was born.

And when Soonh was born,

the sun reappeared.

The next caravan due South, when does it leave?

In three days.

Three days. Hmm.

Not before?

Hassan

don't be so hurried.

Hurried men are dead.

And why are you going South?

I thought you were going back to Alexandria?

Not for me.

It's for the kid.

The kid?

How much for a pass?

Hmm...a ticket South...it depends.

First class, business class,

economic class, which I strongly advice against. Too packed!

Give.Me.A.Normal.Seat.

In front or behind?

In front or behind what?

In front of the dromedary's hump or behind it.

Mahmoud, don't annoy me.

Behind, then.

I warned you, Hassan. You never separate twins.

Besides, it was less expensive to take both.

Drink.

The Zarafas!

Damn Tibetan cows! Mahmoud, if I catch you,

I'll tie your mustache to the cows!

Ooh! It's delicious!

Hey, Hassan!

- Hassan!

- What?

You don't know how to milk a cow?

Ask the sky!

When we reach Alexandria, you will take the first caravan

and you go home. Understood?

What?

Idiot!

I'll teach you!!

Soula!

What is it?

This stuff is itchy!

That stuff?

Nobody will recognize you with that stuff.

A real little king.

At Alexandria, the Turks besieged the port,

preventing Egyptian boats from coming and going.

That's where our friends met Malaterre.

- Range too short. Need more charge!

- What?

Range too short! Need more charge!

Shoot the lighthouse!

What?

The lighthouse!

No! Not the lighthouse!

Hassan?

Hassan! You old skinflint!

You succeeded!

Malaterre! You old hag!

Victory!! Victory!

Look, it's Hassan.

- A giraffe!

- The Pasha will be happy!

He succeeded.

You have succeeded!

Do like I do, understand?

I've been waiting for you with impatience.

She is magnificent!

I'm glad she pleases you, your Highness.

I hope she will please the King of France, too.

There is no better present than this!

A present?

The idea is a bit crazy

but, to free his country from the Turks,

the Pasha of Egypt needed help from the King of France.

And hopefully, Zarafa would be enough to warrant it.

Your Highness,

how are you going to send the giraffe to France?

We're besieged by the Turks.

There is no way to leave the port.

There is one, Hassan.

There is one way.

There is our savior.

Captain Moreno has accepted to bring Zarafa to France.

Your Highness, this man you call "our savior"

is a slaver who does business with tomb raiders.

Yes, Hassan, but if he is in connivance with the Turks

they will let his ship pass.

And his goods?

You talk of a ship.

I am talking of a city.

The Great Alexandria.

With all due respect, your Highness,

I don't play with the lives of others.

Soula!

I don't trust this man.

Let me take Zarafa to France.

And how will you go past the Turks?

The Geese Road?

Are you mad?

I've never used that balloon before!

You want to cross the Mediterranean

with a giraffe on board?

Don't always reason with your head

listen to your heart.

Your Highness, this man is crazy. The desert sun boiled his brain.

Malaterre

Alexandria needs you.

But your Highness,

the Mediterranean...

is big!

It's very simple.

We need to go high enough to catch the warm currents.

Like the geese.

You really think we can travel like the geese?

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