Ten Commandments The
And God said: ""Let there be light""...
..and there was light.
And from this light|God created life upon earth.
And man was given dominion|over all things upon this earth -
- and the power to choose|between good and evil.
But each sought to do his own will-
- because he knew not|the light of God"s law.
Man took dominion over man.
The conquered were made|to serve the conqueror.
The weak were made|to serve the strong.
And freedom was gone|from the world.
So did the Egyptians cause the children|of lsrael to serve with rigour.
And their lives were made bitter|with hard bondage, -
- and their cry came up unto God.
And God heard them|and cast into Egypt, -
- into the lowly hut|of Amram and Yochabel, -
- the seed of a man|upon whose mind and heart-
- would be written God"s law|and God"s commandments.
One man to stand alone|against an empire.
Last night our astrologers|saw an evil star -
- enter into the House of Egypt.|- Meaning what?
From the frontiers of Sinai and Libya|to the Cataracts of the Nile, -
- who dares draw the sword against us?
The enemy to fear|is in the heart of Egypt.
The Hebrew slaves|in the land of Goshen.
l number my enemies|by their swords, -
- not by their chains, High Priest.
Chains have been forged|into swords before now.
These slaves have|a prophecy of a deliverer -
- who will lead them out of bondage.|The star proclaims his birth.
Then let the Hebrews die!
Slaves are wealth. The more slaves|we have, the more bricks we make.
l would still see fewer bricks made|and fewer Hebrews in Goshen.
lt is our eastern gate.
Since this Deliverer is among their|newborn, only their newborn need die.
Every newborn|Hebrew man-child shall die.
So let it be written.|So let it be done.
So speaks Rameses l.
No. Where? Oh, no!
Please. Please! No!
God of Abraham.
Take my child into Thy hands,|that he may live to Thy service.
But Mother, we have not even|given him a name.
God will give him a name.
Follow it, Miriam.|Watch it from the reeds.
- See where the Lord will lead him.|- Yes, Mother.
- Why didn't you say no?|- She didn't think of it.
- You're getting fat!|- Too many sesame cakes.
Catch a lotus, and you catch a wish!
What will you wish for, Tuya,|gold or a man?
Gold, of course.|Then l can have any man.
- Gold will never fill an empty heart.|- Be quiet, you chattering geese.
Memnet, you're only happy|when you're miserable.
You fools! Talk of empty hearts|before the Pharaoh's daughter.
What is there in her heart -
- but the memory of a dead husband?|- We meant no harm.
- Look, there's something here!|- Be sure it's not a crocodile!
Bithiah can charm tears|from a crocodile.
What is it, Bithiah? What did you find?
Only a drifting basket.
- Should we come and help?|- Memnet, send the girls away.
l'd rather be alone now.
Now see what you've done!|Back to the palace, all of you.
Go on. All of you. Musicians, too.
- Memnet, we wouldn't hurt Bithiah.|- Bithiah is tired of you, so am l.
- Off you go!|- You're tired of everything.
Off you go!
Go on! Hurry up!|You've hurt her enough.
- What have you found?|- The answer to my prayers.
You prayed for a basket?
l prayed for a son.
Your husband is|in the House of the Dead.
And he has asked the Nile God|to bring me this beautiful boy.
Do you know the pattern of this cloth?
lf my son is covered in it...|it is a royal robe!
Royal! lt is the Levite cloth|of a Hebrew slave!
This child was put upon the water|to save its life from your father's edict.
l am the Pharaoh's daughter,|and this is my son.
He shall be reared in my house|as the prince of the two lands.
My mother and her mother before her|were branded to the Pharaoh's service.
l will not see you make this son|of slaves a prince of Egypt.
You will see it, Memnet.
You will see him walk|with his head among the eagles.
And you will serve him|as you serve me.
Fill the ark with water,|sink it into silence.
Raise your hands, Memnet.
What you have buried in the Nile|shall remain buried in your heart.
- Swear it.|- l will be silent.
The day you break that oath will be|the last your eyes shall ever see.
You will be the glory of Egypt, my son.
Mighty in words and deeds.
Kings shall bow before you.
Your name will live|when the pyramids are dust.
..because l drew you from the water,|you shall be called Moses.
He proclaims his coming from afar,|does he not, my son?
Such favour with the people|can be dangerous, Great Sethi.
To whom, Rameses?|To me, or to you?
lt will not be the first time fame has|turned a prince against his Pharaoh.
Or that envy has turned|a brother against his brother.
- Envy is for the weak.|- And beauty is for the strong.
- That is what you have in mind?|- lf you mean Nefretiri. Yes, my father.
ls it the Princess' beauty|that attracts you -
- or the fact that she must marry|the man l choose to follow me?
l am the son of your body,|who else could be your heir?.
The man best able to rule Egypt|will follow me.
l owe that to my fathers,|not to my sons.
- Then l shall follow you.|- Shall you?
Do not let ambition|shave your prince's lock.
l sent Moses to destroy a city,|he returns in triumph.
l sent you to build a city.|Where is it?
lt will rise when l have put fear -
- into the stiff-necked|Hebrew slaves who build it.
But this l know, my father...
..no pretended brother|will ever have your crown, -
- or Nefretiri.
Whoever l choose|shall have my crown...
l think l see him, Memnet.
Yes, l can see him!
Listen, Memnet. Listen.
The trumpets tell all the world|he's come back to me. Hear them.
And all their shouts are drowned|by the beating of my heart.
You hear, Memnet.|The whole city calls his name.
l hear them, Nefretiri.
The Lord Moses, Prince of Egypt, -
- son of the Pharaoh's sister,|beloved of the Nile God, -
- Commander of the Southern Host.
The blessings of the god Amon-Ra|be upon you, Great Prince.
He has brought down|the pride of Ethiopia.
The old windbag!
l agree with him.
..exalted on earth, O Conqueror, even|as the sun is exalted in the heavens.
Welcome to my sister's son.
We have heard|how you took ibis from the Nile -
- to destroy the venomous serpents|used against you -
- when you laid siege|to the city of Saba.
May my arms stay strong|in your service, Great Sethi.
Who is this fair young god|come into the house of Pharaoh?
No need to tell you|how l share herjoy to your return.
No need, my brother.
Great One, l bring you Ethiopia!
Command them to kneel|before Pharaoh.
Command what you|have conquered, my brother.
l bring the Ethiopian king|and his sister in friendship, -
- as an ally to guard|our southern gates.
My son has dealt wisely with you,|Ethiopia. Welcome as a friend.
Great King, l will ask but one favour|of your friendship.
This green stone|from our mountains, -
- that l may give it|to your Prince of Egypt, -
- for he is kind as well as wise.
lt is pleasing to the gods to see|a man honoured by his enemies.
And such a beautiful enemy.
See to their comfort.
Divine One, here is the full count|of Ethiopia's tribute. Bearers!
l'm sending down the Nile 20 barges|of such wealth as you see here.
Logs of ebony and trees of myrrh,|all for your new treasure city.
A handsome tribute indeed, Moses.|Though, l have no new treasure city.
And you will have none.
The slaves die more willingly|than bend their backs in your service.
They believe a deliverer|will lead them from bondage.
Deliverer! He's been foretold by every|falling star since my father's time.
- You blame your failure on him!|- l'm not one to make excuses.
lf you doubt me,|let Moses build the city.
No. He's just trying to keep Moses|away from you, Sethi.
Or you, perhaps.
l think our roosters would crow|more softly on another roof.
Stand before me, both of you.
Would you please|your Pharaoh, Moses?
- Your wish is my will.|- Then you build my city.
Wise decision. A noble task.
Rameses, do you believe|this slave deliverer is a myth?
What l believe is of no account. What|matters... is the slaves believe in him.
Of course, of course.
Then you, too, shall go to Goshen -
- and learn if this deliverer|be a myth or a man.
lf a myth, bring him to me|in a bottle, if a man...
..bring him to me in chains.
So let it be written.|So let it be done.
Your fragrance is like|the wine of Babylon. l could...
But you are the Throne Princess, -
- and by the Pharaoh's law|you can marry only a Pharaoh.
l shall marry a Pharaoh.
- Rameses might not agree with that.|- But Sethi might!
While you were gone, l kept your name|on his lips, your praises in his ears.
But unless you succeed, you'll be|the prince of a desert province, -
- and l'll be Rameses' wife.|Oh, Moses, build this city for him, -
- and Sethi will deny you nothing.
l will build this city for the love of Sethi,|not for the throne of Egypt.
But l am Egypt.
Now the flame you lighted|burns close to the throne.
Your tongue will dig|your grave, Memnet.
A conqueror already conquered?
The first face l looked for,|and the last l find. Mother.
l was thanking the gods|for your safe return.
But l find you in grave danger here.
An intoxicating danger, Mother.
Marry her if you can, my son,|but never fall in love with her.
l'll be less trouble to him|than the Hebrew slaves of Goshen.
You've guzzled enough.|Bring those bricks up and get on!
You, there's other swine to water.
Get those bricks back on.
- Here, water lily!|- My name is Lilia!
To me you are a lily,|and l want water.
l thought you'd never come down.
Water before love, my girl.
Does it take the whole Nile|to quench your thirst?
No, just your lips.
Be careful, my love.|Dathan's eyes can see through stone.
Dathan is a vulture,|feeding on the flesh of his own people.
When he looks at me, l'm afraid.
lf he touches you,|l'll strangle him with his whip.
And bring death to a thousand others!
ls life in bondage better than death?
Joshua, we must have hope.
God will send us the Deliverer.
Hope! On the heels|of every hope walks Dathan.
You are Dathan,|the Hebrew overseer.
Chief Hebrew Overseer, Mighty One.
Baka, the Master Builder,|has told me that l can rely on you.
l am warmed by his favour.
Rely on you to sell|your own mother for a price.
And who am l to deny|the word of the Master Builder?.
Where is this would-be Deliverer|who would set the Hebrews free?
Who can say, lmmortal Prince?|They do not confide in me.
- But it is possible to learn.|- No doubt.
You have rat's ears|and a ferret's nose.
To use in your service,|son of Pharaoh.
Add to them the eyes of a weasel,|and find me this Deliverer.
Old woman! Old woman!
More grease under the centre stone.
- Yochabel.|- Help me!
Stop the stone!
- Keep pulling up there!|- Yochabel is caught. Stop the stone.
- Pull!|- You'll kill her. Stop the stone!
We don't stop a moving block|for an old woman!
Lay on the lash! Keep it moving!
Yochabel! Stop the stone!
Halt! Hold all! Hold, on all ropes!
Halt, poles! Down!
- Let the old woman loose!|- She'll stay, and you'll meet the lions.
- Joshua!|- No! Not to Joshua.
- Run to the Prince and beg mercy.|- Mercy from Rameses?
No, the Prince Moses,|there on the pavilion.
After her! After her!
Stop that girl!
The water girl, stop her!
Mercy, Prince Moses!
- Mercy, Prince Moses!|- Come here.
- Mercy?. What have you done?|- Not for myself, Lord Prince.
For a slave who saved|old Yochabel and me from death -
- between the granite blocks.
A delicate flower to be pressed|between walls of stone.
- How?.|- A stonecutter struck the Overseer.
There can be only one punishment|for the stonecutter.
Blood makes poor mortar. Come.
Would you bury the old woman alive|in a tomb of rock?.
Noble One, it caught.|l had not the strength to free myself.
Your shoulder should not|bear a burden, old woman.
The Lord has renewed my strength|and lightened my burdens.
He would have done better|to remove them.
The old ones do the work of greasing|the stones, Lord Prince.
lf they are killed, it is no loss.
Are you a master builder|or a master butcher?.
lf we stopped stones|for every grease woman who falls, -
- the city would never rise.
lf the slaves are not driven,|they won't work.
lf their work lags,|it's because they're not fed.
- You seem strong enough.|- l am a stonecutter.
- Pharaohs like their images cut deep.|- Hold your whip!
You know it is death|to strike an Egyptian?
- l know it.|- Yet you struck him.
- Why?.|- To save the old woman.
- What is she to you?|- An old woman.
- Lord Prince, send him to his death.|- The man has courage.
- You do not speak like a slave.|- God made men. Men made slaves.
- Which god?|- God of Abraham. The Almighty God.
lf your god is almighty,|why does he leave you in bondage?
He'll choose the hour of freedom,|and the man who'll deliver us!
- Lord Prince, this man speaks treason.|- lt is not treason to want freedom.
Difficulty with the slaves, my brother?.
None that could not be cured with|a ration of grain and a day of rest.
A day of rest?
When your horses tire, they're rested.|When they hunger, they're fed.
Slaves draw stone and brick,|my horses draw the next Pharaoh.
ls there any grain stored|here in Goshen?
None that you|would dare take, my brother.
Temple granaries are full!
Bring the push-pole men|and women with baskets.
l will... Great Prince.
l warn you, Moses. The temple grain|belongs to the gods.
What the gods can digest|will not sour in the belly of a slave.
- Push-pole men!|- Back where you belong.
l have the Prince's orders.|One and two poles up!
- Bring 100 woman with baskets!|- Elisheba, bring your basket women.
Push poles, follow me!
Out of the way!|Break open the bin!
- Joshua did this!|- And Prince Moses!
There! My jackals have|your hounds at bay.
Dogs at bay are dangerous.
When they walk upright|and feed on temple grain.
You've been bringing petitions|against Moses for months.
The city's being built,|and l'm winning this game.
- So don't interrupt us with trifles.|- Before your city is finished, -
- these trifles will surprise you.
Life is full of surprises.
And today, l have one for you,|my kitten.
There, triples. You've lost.|l'll never let you win again.
You thought by losing to me,|you'd win for Moses.
You know, crowns are sometimes|lost by smiles and dimples.
- And so is patience.|- Yours?
Are the plans for my jubilee complete?
All but your proclamation for the|marriage of Rameses to Nefretiri.
- No!|- Are you quite sure it'll be Rameses?
Who else could be your successor?.
Moses, of course.
Because of Moses there is no wheat|in the temple granaries.
You don't look any leaner. You're both|very generous with your advice.
- Will you take mine?|- No, l will choose my own successor!
Did you lose your head, my sweet?
l sent you to Goshen to bring me the|head of the jackal who'd free my slaves.
- Where is it?|- They do not need the Deliverer now.
- They have Moses.|- ls that a riddle?
He gives them the priests' grain|and one day in seven to rest.
- They call it the day of Moses.|- This man makes himself a god.
- l prefer him as a man.|- You would prefer him as Pharaoh.
- Are you afraid of Moses?|- Yes.
He holds Ethiopia in his left hand,|Goshen in his right -
- and you, Pharaoh,|are in between them.
Do you imply that he would raise|the slaves against me?
- l've been his father.|- Ambition knows no father.
Moses could no more betray you|than l could, Sethi.
- He can tell me that when he arrives.|- He will not be here, my father.
What? l sent for both of you.
His word is that he cannot attend you,|being pressed by... other matters.
Did you hear that? Other matters!
l'll ride with you, my son, to see|what rears itself in Goshen, the city -
- or treason.
You lying adder!
You'll die of your own venom|if you try to turn Sethi against Moses.
You would turn Sethi against me.
Remember, my sweet, that you must|be wife to the next Pharaoh, -
- that you're going to be mine.
All mine, like my dog or my horse or|my falcon, only l will love you more, -
- and trust you less.
You will never do the things to me|you would have done to Moses.
l know you, my sweet.
You're a sharp-clawed,|treacherous, little peacock.
But you are food for the gods,|and l'm going to have all of you.
None of me.
Did you think my kiss was|a promise of what you'll have?
No, my pompous one, it was to let|you know what you will not have.
- l could never love you.|- Does that matter?.
You will be my wife.
You will come to me|whenever l call you.
And l will enjoy that very much.
Whether you enjoy it or not,|is your own affair.
But l think you will.
That drop puts too much strain|on the stone. We need more sand.
l'm going to risk it, Baka. There's|little time till the Day of Jubilee.
lf the stone cracks,|you may crack with it.
Ready, blue signal. Blue pennant.
Blue pennant! Snubbers ready!
- Snubbers ready.|- Green pennant.
Mallet men, ready!
- Strain lines, stand by!|- Clear the main hawser!
Mallet men, ready.
- You're not pleased to see me here.|- l am, Great Pharaoh.
But now l have important things to do.|Red pennants, stand by.
So Rameses tells me. More important|things than obeying my orders.
You ordered me to finish this city.|The strain in that stone is too great.
Red pennant! Strike!
- The stone will break.|- There are 2,000 slaves on the ropes.
There is the obelisk of yourjubilee.
Baka, put 1 ,000 slaves to remove the|sand till the stone settles to its base.
- Pharaoh is pleased?|- With the obelisk, yes.
But not with certain accusations|made against you.
- You raided the temple granaries?|- Yes.
- You gave the grain to the slaves?|- Yes.
- Gave them one day in seven to rest?|- Yes.
Did you do all this to gain their favour?.
The city is made of bricks. The strong|make many, the starving make few.
The dead make none.
So much for accusations.|Now, judge the results.
The pylons commemorate|your victory at Kadesh, -
- where you broke the Amorites.
- Are there any higher in Egypt?|- None higher in the world.
With so many slaves|you could build an army.
But l have built a city.
16 of these lions of Pharaoh|will guard its gates.
And it shall be the city of Sethi's glory.
Are these slaves loyal to Sethi's glory,|or to you, Moses?
Slaves worship their god.|And l serve only you.
Let your own image proclaim|my loyalty, for a thousand years.
And this you call treason?
Who would take a throne by force|that he has earned by deeds?
For this and Ethiopia -
- your name shall be carved|beside mine on every pylon.
Yours, Rameses, will be nowhere.
For in my judgement book you have|accused your brother falsely.
- Come.|- Pharaoh, he is the son of your body.
l need no help, Moses,|to hold what is mine.
l decide what is yours.|Come with me, Moses.
Will you lose the throne|because Moses builds a city?.
The city that he builds|shall bear my name.
The woman that he loves|shall bear my child.
So it shall be written.|So it shall be done.
Yes, this is for the temple ceremony.
..is for my wedding night.
You will never wear it.
l have brought you|a cloth more revealing.
Send them away.
Go, then, while l hear what this|puckered, old persimmon has to say.
Well, what croakings of doom|have you today?.
You prepare for a marriage|that will never be.
Have you been drinking honey wine?
l shall not let the Pharaoh|and Rameses be betrayed.
Why should a slave care|which Pharaoh rules?
For 30 years l have been silent.
Now, all the kings of Egypt|cry out to me from their tombs:
''Let no Hebrew sit upon our throne.''
- What are you saying?|- Rameses has the blood of kings.
- And Moses?|- He is lower than the dust.
Not one drop of royal blood|floods through his veins.
He is the son of Hebrew slaves.
l'll have you torn into so many pieces|even the vultures won't find them!
- Who hatched this lie? Rameses?|- Rameses does not know... yet.
You will repeat this to Bithiah!
Who drew a slave child from the Nile,|called him son and Prince of Egypt, -
- blinding herself to the truth|and the pain of an empty womb.
Were you alone with Bithiah?
A little girl led me to|the Hebrew woman Yochabel, -
- that the child might be|suckled by his true mother.
Take care, old frog!
You croak too much against Moses.
Would you mingle the blood of slaves|with your own?
He will be my husband.|l shall have no other.
Then use this to wrap your first-born.
Torn from a Levite's robe.|lt was Moses' swaddling cloth.
And your shroud!
- Do you think l care whose son he is?|- Rameses cares.
You won't live to tell him!
Nefretiri. Have you closed your doors|to make a beggar of a prince?
l'm the beggar, Moses,|begging you to hold me in your arms.
Kiss me, just kiss me.
You're no beggar, my love.|You're a conqueror.
And l am your captive for life.
One lifetime will not be half enough.
You will be king of Egypt.
And l will be your footstool.
A man stupid enough|to use you for a footstool -
- would not be wise enough|to rule Egypt.
Princess, the raven has dropped|a black feather at your door!
- Who can it...?|- No, Moses, leave the world outside.
Pardon. Pardon, Royal One.
- The old nurse Memnet...|- Go away.
- l don't want to hear anything.|- What about Memnet?
She's dead. She must have|fallen from the balcony.
l will not hear unhappy things tonight.|Go away!
Old Memnet must have walked|that balcony a thousand times.
- What is the death of one slave to us?|- She was a faithful servant to you.
Can one so rich in love|be so poor in pity?.
What kind of a woman|holds me captive?
One who loves you|and will not lose you.
One who will be your wife.|Nothing in the world can change that.
Neither Rameses' princely plots|nor Memnet's evil lies!
You've heard her grumbling all your|life, why should it upset you now?.
She grumbled against you.
Oh, let her threats be buried with her.
Look! The night's a crown of stars -
- and the darkness|a robe of forgetfulness.
Come, love, let's share them.|We'll use the moon for a sceptre.
- A piece of Hebrew cloth!|- Memnet may have dropped it.
Memnet was not a Hebrew,|why would she bring this here?
- l don't know.|- Yes, you do. Tell me.
She was taking it to Rameses...|to destroy you!
How could Rameses destroy me|with a piece of cloth?
Oh, Moses, why do you question me,|why do you care?
Yes! l killed her. What does it matter?.
A hundred slaves die every day.|What's done is forgotten.
lt is not forgotten! What has|this cloth to do with me? Tell me.
- lt'll make no difference between us.|- How could it make a difference?
- A child was wrapped in it.|- What child?
Bithiah took him from the river.|Memnet was with her.
- Who was this child?|- Memnet is dead.
No one need know who you are.|l love you, l killed for you.
l'll kill anyone that comes between us.
Why did you kill for me, Nefretiri?|lf you love me, do not lie.
Who was the child?
Hold me in your arms.|Hold me. Close.
You were not born|Prince of Egypt, Moses.
The son of Hebrew slaves.
You believe that?
l believe anything|you want me to believe.
Say you are not, l believe you are not.
Love cannot drown truth, Nefretiri.
You do believe it,|or you would not have killed Memnet.
l love you, that's the only truth l know.
Did this child of the Nile|have a mother?.
Memnet called her Yochabel.
l will ask Bithiah.
How could you doubt me?
You did not doubt me when l held you|as you took your first step.
lt's a wicked lie spun by Rameses.
Mother, did Rameses spin this?
The word of your mother against|a piece of cloth found by Memnet?
How did you know it was Memnet?
Who else? Memnet nursed Rameses.
She should pay for spreading his lies.
- She has paid.|- She's dead?
At the hand of Nefretiri.
Put away any fears or suspicions|that may remain with you, my son.
Your will will be law in Egypt -
- when you are crowned|and sceptred as her king.
Memnet spoke of|a Hebrew woman named Yochabel.
Did you ever know her?.
Yours was the face|l saw above my cradle.
The only mother l have ever known.
Wherever l am led,|or whatever l must do, -
- l will always love you.
My chariot! l will drive to Goshen!
A chariot, here in Goshen?
- You know who l am?|- lt has been many years, Great One.
- Who are they?.|- All that remain of my children.
l will speak to you alone!
Why have you...?
- Why have you come here?|- Because Moses will come here!
- My son?|- No! My son.
And that's all that he must know.
My lips might deny him, Great One,|my eyes never could.
You shall leave Goshen,|you and your family, tonight!
We are Levites, shepherds of lsrael.|We cannot leave our people.
Would you take from Moses|all that l have given him?
Would you undo|all l have done for him?
l have put the throne of Egypt|within his reach.
- What can you give him in its place?|- l gave him life.
l gave him love. Was it your hand|that dried his tears?
- Did your heart ache for him?|- Yes!
My heart ached for him.
And my arms ached to hold him.
But l dared not even touch|the hem of his garment.
His heritage from me|could only have been misery, -
- poverty and the lash.
No, l will not take from him the glory|and riches you have given him.
For this you shall be well cared for.
You and your family|shall be taken from Goshen tonight.
No matter where you send me...
..if the God of Abraham|has a purpose for my son, -
- he will come to know it and fulfil it.
Come! Gather your things quickly.|l shall see you want for nothing!
You and your children|shall be given freedom!
Has my mother forgotten?|Only the Pharaoh can free a slave.
Moses, do not enter.|There is only sorrow here.
Are you comforting it, my mother?.
l followed you here|to find this woman Yochabel...
You were the woman|who was caught between the stones.
- Until you came.|- My son, if you love me, you will...
l love you, my mother.|But am l your son?
No, you are not my son.
lf you believe men and women are|cattle, to be driven under the lash, -
- if you can bow before idols of stone|and golden images of beasts, -
- you are not my son.
My son... would be a slave.
His hands would be gnarled|and broken from the brick pits.
His back scarred|from the taskmaster's whip.
But in his heart would burn|the spirit of the living God.
Does he demand a scarred back and|broken hands as price of his favour?.
This desert god is the hope|of the hopeless.
Your place is in the palace halls.
You have mounted to the sun|on golden wings.
You belong to me, to Nefretiri,|to Sethi, to all those who love you!
Do they love less who have no hope?
Will you swear in the name of|this god that you are not my mother?.
We do not even know His name.
Then look into my eyes|and tell me you are not my mother.
Oh, Moses, Moses. l cannot, l cannot.
l am your brother Aaron.
l am Miriam, your sister.
- l am your brother Moses.|- No! Get ready to leave. Hurry!
They're going away,|the secret's going with them.
- No one need know the shame l...|- Shame?
What change is there in me?
Egyptian or Hebrew, l'm still Moses.
These are the same hands,|the same arms, -
- the same face that were mine|a moment ago.
A moment ago you were her son,|the strength of Egypt.
Now you are mine, a slave of Egypt.|You find no shame in this?
lf there's no shame in me,|how can l feel shame -
- for the woman who bore me, -
- or the race that bred me?|- Oh, God of my fathers!
Moses, what will you do?
This is the binding tie.
And here l will stay|to find the meaning of what l am.
Why a Hebrew or any man|must be a slave.
Put back your things.|You're not leaving.
Has she done more for you than l?
Will the life she gave you be more|useful in the black pits of slavery?.
Cannot justice and truth|be served better upon a throne...
..where all men may benefit|from your goodness and strength?
l do not know|what power shapes my way.
But my feet are set upon a road|that l must follow.
God of our fathers, -
- who has appointed an end|to the bondage of lsrael.
Blessed am l|among all mothers in the land, -
- for my eyes have beheld|Thy deliverer!
Thou shalt not muzzle the ox|that treadeth out the corn, -
- making straw|for the bricks of Egypt.
Nor spare the arms that endlessly|winnow the grain in the wind -
- to separate the wheat|from the chaff.
Wheat borne stolidly|on the backs of countless slaves.
From the heavy-laden Nile boats|to the teeming shore, -
- endlessly they plod|beneath the sheaves of wheat, -
- and endlessly return for more.
A golden harvest to the threshers.
A grain safe to feed the master.|Bitterness to feed the slaves.
And to feed the brick pits, straw -
- carried on the bowed backs|of women, -
- down into the never-ending valley|of toil and agony, -
- stretching mile after mile.
An inferno of mud-soaked bodies,-
- where the treaders"feet|churn clay and straw -
- into the mixture for|the Pharaoh"s bricks.
And everywhere the lash|of watchful taskmasters, -
- ready to sting|the backs of the weary.
Blades chopping straw.
Mattocks chopping clay, -
- a ceaseless cycle|of unending drudgery.
From the mixing feet of treaders -
- to the pouring hands|of brick-moulders, -
- moves the constant stream of mud,|the lowly seed of tall cities, -
- day after day, year after year,|century after century.
Bondage without rest,|toil without reward.
These are the children of misery, -
- the afflicted, the hopeless,|the oppressed.
And he went out unto his brethren|and looked on their burden.
Here. Here's water.
lt's a hard dance you do, old man.
We've been dancing it for 400 years...|to grim music.
The only deliverer|that has come to us is death.
Back to work, you braying mules.
You're strange to the pits,|your back is unscarred.
You bring a warm smile|with your cool water.
My smile is for a stonecutter,|the water is for you.
- l thank you.|- Your voice is not strange.
- You are...?|- One of many who thirst.
You there! Come here.
- That is Baka, the Master Builder.|- Does he call me or you?
You, water girl, l'm thirsty.
He does not thirst for water.
Beauty is but a curse to our women.
- Water, Noble One?|- No, wine.
The wine of beauty.
What beauty can my lord|find in these mud pits?
A lotus flower blooms|in the Nile's grey mud.
Dathan, she'll do well as a house slave.
Do not take me from my people!
There would be danger.
Danger from such lovely hands?
There are other hands,|strong enough to kill.
Our mud flower has a thorn.
Oh, please, Lord Baka, l beg you!
Tears? When you have been bathed|in scented water, -
- when your limbs|have been caressed by sweet oils -
- and your hair combed|with sandalwood, -
- there will be no time for tears.
She is not worthy|of your magnificence. Let my eyes...
Your eyes had best find the Deliverer,|or you'll have no eyes. Bring the girl.
May the hand of God strike him.
Dance, you mud turtles. Dance!
You rot our bodies,|steal hope from our souls!
Must you also shame|and defile our women?
Dance, you squealing goat!
We are not animals, we are men,|made in the image of God.
This will change your image!
Get that straw cutter.
Leave him|or you'll be murdered with him.
l won't leave a man to die in the mud.
Thank you, my son.
But death is better than bondage, -
- for my days are ended,|and my prayer unanswered.
What prayer, old man?
That before death closed my eyes, -
- l might behold the Deliverer, -
- who will lead all men to freedom.
What deliverer could break|the power of Pharaoh?
Clay-carriers, throw this carrion|to the vultures.
You, take his place.
And dance this straw|into the mud, you dogs.
Clear a path! Come on, get back!
- Out of the way!|- Keep your eyes on the ground.
l need another oarsman for my barge,|a strong slave.
- Your word is our will, Great Lady.|- The large man, there.
- You, come up here.|- No, not that one, the very dirty one.
Yes, that one.
- He may serve my purpose.|- You.
You! Out of the pit.
Back to work!
Clear a path! Clear a path!|Stand aside, mules!
Back to work!
First Friend of the Pharaoh,|Keeper of the Royal Seal, -
- Prince of On, Prince of Memphis,|Prince of Thebes, -
- Beloved of the Nile god,|Conqueror of Ethiopia, -
- General of generals,|Commander of the Egyptian Host.
A man of mud.
ls that what you want?|To be a slave?
Then why aren't you kneeling|at the feet of a princess?
l'm afraid the mud pits|have stiffened my knees, Royal One.
- Shall l call back the guards?|- Do you think they could bend them?
Oh, Moses, you stubborn,|splendid, adorable fool.
l'm not kneeling to a princess.
No, you're kneeling to a woman -
- who's been worried day and night|since you disappeared.
What's in these muddy slave pits|that could keep you from my arms?
Your people, maybe, but do you have|to wallow with them, smell like them?
lf they are stained,|it's with the mud of slavery.
lf they reek,|it's with the stench of injustice.
lf you want to help your people,|come back to the palace.
And hide the truth from Sethi|that l am Hebrew and a slave?
The truth would break his dear heart|and send Bithiah into exile or death.
Think of us, and stop hearing|your people's cries.
Their god does not hear their cry.
Will Rameses hear it|if he is Pharaoh?
No. He would grind them into the clay|they mould, double their labours.
What about me?|Think of me as his wife.
Do you want to see me|in Rameses arms?
- No.|- Then come back with me.
Oh, Moses, the gods|have fashioned you for greatness, -
- the splendour of your name|will last beyond the pyramids.
As Pharaoh you can free your people,|worship whatever gods you please.
So long as l can worship you.
l will come to you at the palace|on the day of Sethi's jubilee.
No, come with me now.
No, my love.
First, l have a call to make|on the Master Builder.
No, no, no, no.
Not red with a summer gown.
My eyes can best be used|elsewhere, Lord Baka.
Before you go, let them look upon|what you thought unworthy.
You would let beauty|such as this go unseen.
You would let|such a flower go ungathered.
Dathan, you can see only mud, -
- so pick up|her muddy clothes and go.
Go, all of you!
Did you know that this golden web|was spun from the beards of shellfish?
- Please let me go to my home.|- You are at home.
Here, taste this.
The blood of Thracian grapes,|the wine of love.
No wine can change my love.
Then your love shall be my wine.
There's fire in the chariot house!
The chariot house. Guards!|You women, take water to the roof!
Dathan, take charge.|Guards, after him.
Pull it out of the shed!
Take it clear of the house!
No, your wings must not be singed,|my dove. At least not by that fire.
- Joshua!|- Run, Lilia, the way is clear.
The Master Builder will not follow.
Neither will you, stonecutter.
Bind him between the columns.
See that his arms|are tightly stretched.
You'll die on your feet, stonecutter.
He'll cut him to pieces.
Now, go after the girl!|Don't come back without her!
You foolish, stupid man.
l would have kept her|only a short while.
She would have returned to you,|shall we say, more worthy.
Now, to whom shall l return Lilia?|You will not be there, Joshua.
You've seen me drive my chariot.
l can flick a fly from my horse's ear -
- without breaking|the rhythm of its stride.
You've seen me use my whip.
You make no outcry, Joshua, -
- but you will.
You will cry for the mercy of death.
One day you will listen|to the cry of slaves.
This is not that day, Joshua.
You hold your tongue almost as well|as l hold my temper.
lt's a pity to kill|so strong a stonecutter!
- Death will bring death, Baka.|- Who are you?
One who asks|what right you have to kill a slave.
The right of a master|to kill you or any slave.
- To kill me, master butcher!|- Moses!
Why have you done this?
- Where is the girl, Lilia?|- Gone.
Why are you dressed as a slave?
Why does a Prince of Egypt kill|the Master Builder to save a Hebrew?.
l am Hebrew.
God of Abraham,|400 hundred years we have waited.
Pharaoh's soldiers won't wait so long.
The Almighty has heard|our cries from bondage.
You are the chosen one.
- l know nothing of your god.|- He knows you, Moses.
He has brought you to us.|You cannot turn your back upon us.
You will deliver us. The finger of God|points the way to you.
- Where was his body found?|- Buried in the sand, Royal One.
This is Baka's knife.
But there was no wound on the body.
Baka was a powerful man. lt would|take strong hands to break him.
The slave Joshua is a stonecutter.
Go and find me this Joshua.
Joshua's strength|didn't kill the Master Builder.
Now speaks the rat|that would be my ears.
Too many ears tie a rat's tongue.
Go, all of you.
Well... who killed him?
l'm a poor man, Generous One.|What l bring is worth much.
l have paid you much.|You've brought me nothing.
Now l bring you the world,|true son of Pharaoh.
You offer me the world when you|cannot even bring me the Deliverer.
- Who killed Baka?|- The Deliverer.
- Would you play at words with me?|- No, Lord Prince.
The murderer has now fled|to a distant land?
No, Lord Prince.
One who made himself a prince|and judge over us.
lf he knew l were here, he would kill me|as he killed the Egyptian.
l will hang you myself|if you tire me further.
There are those who would pay much|for what my eyes have seen.
Do you haggle with me|like a seller of melons?
No, l will not haggle, Great Prince.|Here's your money.
But for ten talents of fine gold,|l'll give you the wealth of Egypt.
Give me my freedom,|and l'll give you the sceptre.
Give me Lilia, and l'll give you|the princess your heart desires.
Give me this house of Baka,|and l'll give you the throne.
Give me all that l ask...|or give me leave to go.
l will give you more than leave to go.
l will send you where you belong!
l belong in your service, Glorious One.
l will bargain with you.
lf what you say pleases me,|l will give you your price, all of it.
lf not, you'll get this blade|through your lying throat.
- Agreed?|- Agreed.
The Deliverer is Moses.
Tell me why Moses,|or any other Egyptian, -
- would deliver the Hebrews.
Moses is not Egyptian, he's Hebrew.
The son of slaves.
l will pay your price.
- Where is Prince Moses?|- No Moses?
l'm told, my tiger lily,|they're wagering against me.
Two golden debans to one.
Yes, l wagered five myself.
You'll lose if Moses|keeps me waiting any longer.
l'll double the wager. l'll watch|for Moses, you watch the dance.
While you wait to honour Moses,|l will honour Sethi's jubilee...
..with a gift.
You said if the Deliverer were a myth,|to bring him in a bottle.
- The bottle is empty.|- lt's empty because he's not a myth.
- You have found such a man?|- Yes, my father.
l've found him in the midst of|treachery and treason, -
- with the blood of your Master Builder|red upon his hands.
Shall l summon him|to Pharaoh's justice?
- Bring the Hebrew in.|- Bring the Hebrew in!
l stand in the shadow of yourjustice.
Whose work is this?
l warned you of his treason,|my father.
Judge now if l spoke truly.
The evil star foretold him|as the Destroyer of Egypt -
- and Deliverer of slaves.
lt is not possible!|A Prince of Egypt?
He is not a Prince of Egypt.|He's not the son of your sister.
He is the son of Hebrew slaves.
l am the son of Amram and Yochabel,|Hebrew slaves.
My brother, it was l|who deceived you, not Moses.
- He was only a child.|- Leave me.
l shall not see your face again.
Come to me.
l do not care who you are, what you|are or what they may say about you.
l want to hear from you own lips|that you are not a traitor.
That you would not lead these people|in revolt against me.
Tell me, Moses, l will believe you.
l am not this Deliverer you fear.
lt would take more than a man|to lead these slaves from bondage.
lt would take a god.
But if l could free them, l would.
What has turned you against me?
Ever since you came, l've loved you,|reared you, set you before my son, -
- because l saw in you a worth -
- and a greatness above other men.
No son could have|more love for you than l.
Then why are you forcing me|to destroy you?
What evil has done this to you?
The evil that men should turn|their brothers into beasts of burden, -
- to slave and suffer|in dumb anguish, -
- to be stripped of spirit|and hope and faith, -
- only because they are|of another race, another creed.
lf there is a god,|he did not mean this to be so.
What l have done,|l was compelled to do.
So be it.
What l do now, l am compelled to do.
Rameses, Egypt shall be yours.
Hear what l say, Rameses.
When l cross the River of Death,|you will be Pharaoh in Egypt.
Harden yourself against subordinates.
Put no faith in a brother.
Have no friend.
And trust no woman.
l protected the helpless,|l nourished the orphan.
But he who ate my bread|and called me father...
..would make rebellion against me.
What manner of death|do you decree for him?
l cannot speak it.
Let it be as you will.
l will not live if you must die.
The feet of a Hebrew slave is|no place for the next Queen of Egypt.
Take him away.
Do not look upon him. A traitor.
Let the name of Moses -
- be stricken|from every book and tablet...
..stricken from all pylons and obelisks, -
- stricken from|every monument of Egypt.
Let the name of... Moses...
..be unheard and unspoken...
..erased from the memory of men...
..for all time.
lt is l who will possess all of her.
Do you think when you're in my arms,|it'll be his face you'll see, not mine?
Yes, only his face.
l defeated you in life,|you shall not defeat me by your death.
The dead are not scorched|in the desert of desire.
They do not suffer|from the thirst of passion -
- or stagger blindly towards|some mirage of lost love.
But you, Hebrew,|will suffer all these things...
- ..by living.|- You will let him live!
l will not make him|a martyr for you to cherish.
No phantom will come between|you and me in the night.
Yes, my sweet. l will let him live.
Dead, you alone would possess him.
From where l send him|there is no returning.
You will never know -
- if he has found forgetfulness|within another woman's arms.
Now, look upon each other|for the last time.
Now, look for the first time, Abiram,|upon the Governor of Goshen.
Dathan, my brother, you have|the favour of the Lord.
l prefer the gratitude of the Prince.
Yes, very lovely.
Not that purplish flower.
The purity of white|will cool the blush of your cheek.
Leave us, all of you.|Yes, you, too, my brother.
Continue your playing, but in the house.
Yes, that's better.
A flower behind a flower.
Dathan, if you fear God, let me go.
l am here because l put no trust in|a desert god and his mud-pit prophet.
l prospered because l bowed low|before the Egyptians, -
- now the Egyptians bow low before me.
Joshua wanted you.
Baka wanted you.
But you belong to me.
A gift from Rameses|to His Excellency.
l will bow before you, Dathan.
l will work my hands raw for you.
But please, please do not shame me|before my Lord.
- Your lord is the Governor of Goshen.|- What difference to my shame!
No difference to you,|my dove of Canaan.
But to a condemned slave like Joshua -
- it could make the difference|between death on the spikes -
- and life, in the copper mines of Sinai.
What would you do to influence|His Excellency's clemency?.
Joshua will always be grateful to you.
My little mud-flower.
His fate is better|than the one that waits for Moses.
The slave who would be king.
Captain, the robe of state.
His Hebrew mother brought it|to the prison before she died.
l'd rather this were your armour.
You will have need of a sceptre.
Give me this binding pole.
Here is your king's sceptre.|And here is your kingdom.
With the scorpion, the cobra|and the lizard for subjects.
Free them if you will.|Leave the Hebrews to me.
Give this prince of lsrael|one day's ration of bread and water.
lt will take many days to cross|this wilderness. lf he can cross at all.
l commend you to your Hebrew god,|who has no name.
lf you die, it will be by his hand,|not by mine.
Farewell, my one-time brother.
lnto the blistering wilderness of Shur,-
- the man who walked with kings|now walks alone.
Torn from|the pinnacle of royal power,-
- stripped of all rank|and earthly wealth.
A forsaken man,|without a country, without a hope.
His soul in turmoil,|like the hot winds and raging sand -
- that lash him with the fury|of a taskmaster"s whip.
He is driven forward,|always forward, -
- by a god unknown,|toward a land unseen.
lnto the molten wilderness of Sin, -
- where granite sentinels stand as|towers of living death to bar his way.
Each night brings|the black embrace of loneliness.
ln the mocking whisper of the wind-
- he hears the echoing voices|of the dark.
His tortured mind wondering if they|call the memory of past triumphs -
- or wail foreboding|of disasters yet to come, -
- or whether the desert"s hot breath|has melted his reason into madness.
He cannot cool the burning kiss|of thirst upon his lips -
- nor shade the scorching fury|of the sun.
All about is desolation.
He can neither bless nor curse|the power that moves him, -
- for he does not know|from where it comes.
Learning that it can be|more terrible to live than die, -
- he is driven onward, through|the burning crucible of desert,-
- where holy men and prophets|are cleansed and purged -
- for God"s great purpose.
Until, at last,|at the end of human strength,-
- beaten into the dust|from which he came, -
- the metal is ready|for the Maker"s hand.
And he found strength|from a fruit-laden palm tree -
- and life-giving water|flowing from the well of Midian.
- lf only sheep were men.|- Unmarried men.
- Can you think of nothing else?|- l don't know, l've never tried.
You need not have painted your nails,|there's no man out here.
- What do you see, Sephora?|- What are you looking at?
- A man.|- What? A man?
ls he handsome?
- Look at his sandals.|- Egyptian.
- His robe is not Egyptian.|- Who cares, he's a man.
- Yes!|- He's eaten a whole bunch of dates!
- Could he be dangerous?|- ls he alive?
- ls he married?|- Look, there's real trouble!
- l'll talk to them.|- Talk to them? Get stones!
- We drew this water!|- Put it away, girl.
This is the well of Jethro, our father.|You have no right here!
- Our gods don't know your father.|- Jethro's mark is on the well.
- They can't read, either.|- Nor can we!
He is the Sheikh of Midian!
Then let him breed sons to guard it,|not daughters!
Let them be first whose hands|have drawn the water.
The stranger is wise, and strong.
Drive back your goats|until the sheep are watered!
We should draw water for you and|wash the desert dust from your feet.
- Here's fresh water.|- l have soapweed.
Let me first remove his sandals!
Never did a lost sheep|have so many shepherds.
- We have no towels.|- My veil will serve.
Here, let me pour the water.
- Am l to be bathed or drowned?|- l'll hold it for you.
ls it true that Egyptian girls|paint their eyes?
Yes, but very few have eyes|as beautiful as yours.
And who... is the brave one|who stood against the Amalekites?
That's Sephora, she's the oldest.
Since you have already|divided the stranger among you, -
- l will ask a welcome for him|in our father's tent.
- Our father's Jethro.|- He's Sheikh of Midian.
Strength to you, stranger.
l am Moses,|son of Amram and Yochabel.
Health, prosperity, life to you,|Jethro of Midian.
Sephora has told me of your kindness.
Let us break bread|while my daughter brings meat.
You have come far.
Across the desert? On foot?
He who has no name|surely guarded your steps.
No name. You Bedouins know|the God of Abraham?
Abraham is|the father of many nations.
We are the children of lshmael,|his first-born.
We are the obedient of God.
My people look to him|for deliverance.
But they are still in bondage.
Tomorrow we leave for the high|pastures beneath God's holy mountain.
My tent would be favoured|if you joined us.
l am a stranger in a strange land.
l have no wealth,|no skill as a shepherd.
And it is death to give sanctuary|to a runaway slave.
Not among our people.
You have wisdom,|you need nothing more.
And there are seven here|to teach you the tasks of a shepherd.
Sephora is the eldest.|You can learn best from her.
l will dwell in this land.
- Today He sleeps.|- Who sleeps?
He who has no name.
Does your god live on this mountain?
Sinai is His high place, His temple.
lf this god is God, he would live|on every mountain, in every valley.
He would not be only the God of lsrael|or lshmael alone, but of all men.
lt is said he created all men|in his image.
Then he would dwell in every heart,|in every mind, in every soul.
l do not know about such things.
But l do know that the mountain|rumbles when God is there, -
- and the earth trembles.
And the cloud is red with fire.
At such a time, has any man|ever gone to see him face to face?
No man has ever set foot|on the forbidden slopes of Sinai.
- Why do you want to see Him, Moses?|- To know that He is.
lf He is, to know why He hasn't heard|the cries of slaves in bondage.
Moses, it would be death|to look upon His face.
How many of my people have died|because He has turned away His face?
Can a man judge God?|No, Moses.
We cannot see His whole purpose.
Even lshmael did not know|that God drove him into the desert -
- to be the father of a nation.
ls it not enough to know that He has|saved you from the Pharaoh's anger?.
How do you know that?
You walk like a prince,|and you fight like a warrior.
There is word in the caravans|of a Great One -
- who was driven out of Egypt.
This is not the sceptre of a prince,|but the staff of a wanderer.
Then rest from wandering.
My father has many flocks|and no son to tend them.
There would be peace of spirit for you,|Moses, in our tents, -
- beneath the holy mountain.
You have strong faith|in this god, Sephora.
But for me there is no peace of spirit|until l hear the word of God...
..from God himself.
l wish every day|was a shearing festival.
l know, and all the men following you|like sheep to be sheared.
- One would be enough for me.|- lf he were Moses.
Never before has our wool|brought so rich a payment.
Because Moses has sold|the whole shearing, of all the tribes, -
- in one piece|at one price to Lugal here.
His words are truth, his trading is just.|Peace be with you, sheikhs of Sinai.
Why are you dressed like that?|Aren't you going to dance with us?
No, l am not going to dance|before the sheikhs. Here.
And l'm not going to be displayed|like a caravan's wares -
- before Moses or any other man.
Tonight, l tend the sheep.
You need not laugh.|Moses may not choose you, either!
Moses shall no longer|be a stranger among us.
- We should give him of our flocks.|- And let him choose.
l shall give him choice|of my seven daughters for wife.
- Seven to choose from.|- A happy union.
The shadow of my wisdom has fled.
Can a man choose|from among the stars of the sky?.
Consider them as they dance.|Cohath, strike your bow.
- A pleasant task!|- lndeed.
A bride, a shawl.|Choose one, not all.
One shawl, one wife,|your choice for life!
Pearls of great price.
- Make your choice, Moses.|- There's a garden of many flowers.
l wish you had my years,|and l had your choice.
ln the tent of Jethro there is dignity,|honour, freedom and beauty.
All that a man could ask of life.
But my heart is still a prisoner|of the past, l cannot choose now.
- Strength to you, sheikhs of Sinai.|- May God guide your heart.
Tonight, He is awake.
Which of my sisters did you choose?
l made no choice, Sephora.
She was very beautiful, wasn't she?
This woman of Egypt|who left her scar upon your heart.
Her skin was white as curd?
Her eyes green|as the cedars of Lebanon?
Her lips tamarisk honey?.
Like the breast of a dove|her arms were soft?
And the wine of desire|was in her veins?
Yes, she was beautiful...
..as a jewel.
Ajewel has brilliant fire,|but it gives no warmth.
Our hands are not so soft,|but they can serve.
Our bodies not so white,|but they are strong.
Our lips are not perfumed...
..but they speak the truth.
Love is not an art to us,|it's life to us.
We are not dressed in gold|and fine linen.
Strength and honour are our clothing.
Our tents are not|the columned halls of Egypt.
But our children|play happily before them.
We can offer you little.
But we offer all we have.
l have not little, Sephora.|l have nothing.
Nothing from some,|is more than gold from others.
You would fill|the emptiness of my heart.
l could never fill all of it, Moses.
But l shall not be jealous of a memory.
May the gods bless you -
- as you go to join them -
- in the Land of the Dead.
The old windbag.
What an infernal fuss!
After all, dying is only a part of living.
You won't die, old crocodile.
You'll cheat Death the way you cheat|me at Hounds and Jackals.
l'm afraid he won't let me cheat|the way you do.
You'll be Pharaoh|by sunset, Rameses.
l hope you are content... at last.
l'm content to be your son.
You have restored Egypt|to her greatness.
l shall make her greatness|feared among nations.
No doubt you can overcome anything...|but your own arrogance.
Don't exhaust yourself, Great One.|Dear, Great One.
Why not, kitten?
You are the only thing l regret leaving.
You have been my joy.
- And you my only love.|- Ah...
Now, you're cheating.
- There was another.|- Yes.
l love him, too.
With my last breath|l'll break my own law -
- and speak the name of...
The Royal Falcon|has flown into the sun.
Did the little boy die|in the desert, my father?.
No, God brought lshmael and|his mother Hagar into a good land.
The same god|who lives on the mountain?
- lt may be, my son.|- Moses!
Your mother is calling.
Moses, there is a man|among the sheep!
Keep sounding the alarm, Gershom,|but stay here till your mother comes.
ln the cleft, behind the rock.
Your eyes are sharp|as they are beautiful.
Back, Khataf. Come down!
Praise God, l have found you.
Joshua, we thought you were dead.
ln the copper mines of Geba,|the living are dead.
Sephora! Bring water!
How did you find me?
A merchant buying copper|saw you in the tent of Jethro.
Here you, too, will find peace.
How can you find peace or want it?
When Rameses builds cities mortared|with the blood of our people?
You must lead them out of Egypt.
God made a covenant with Abraham|that He would deliver the people.
Am l the hand of God?
- Sephora, give him water.|- Water. Bless you.
The desert sun has set fire to|his mind. His name is Joshua.
l once killed that he might live.
They told me you were condemned.
But l knew you were chosen to take|the sword of God in your hand.
l am not the man!
l am a shepherd with flocks...
That light on the mountain side.
- Do you see that strange fire?|- A bush that burns?
lt is on fire,|but the bush does not burn.
Sephora, take him.|Serve him food in our tent.
l will turn aside|and see this great sight.
l am here.
Put off thy shoes|from off thy feet.
For the place whereon thou standest|is holy ground.
l am the God of thy father.
The God of Abraham, the God|of lsaac and the God of Jacob.
Lord, why do you not hear the cries of|their children in the bondage of Egypt?
l have surely seen the affliction|of my people which are in Egypt.
And l have heard their cry|by reason of their taskmasters.
For l know their sorrows.
Therefore, l will send thee, Moses,|unto Pharaoh.
That thou mayest bring|my people out of Egypt.
Who am l, Lord,|that You should send me?
How can l lead this people|out of bondage?
What words can l speak|that they will heed?
l will teach thee|what thou wilt say.
When thou hast brought|forth the people, -
- they shall serve me|upon this mountain.
l will put my laws into their hearts -
- and in their minds will l write them.
Now, therefore, go,|and l will be with thee.
But if l say to Your children|the God of thy fathers have sent me, -
- they will ask, 'What is His name?'',|and how shall l answer them?
l am that l am.
Thou shalt say:|"""l am"hath sent me unto you"".
ls the holy mountain|forbidden to men?
Yes, and l am afraid for him.
And he is more than man, for look!
Look at his face.
He has seen God.
Moses, your hair.
l stood upon holy ground.
- Can you tell us, Moses?|- My eyes could not look upon Him.
- Did He speak?.|- He revealed His word to my mind.
And the word was God.
- Did He speak as a man?|- He is not flesh, but spirit.
The light of eternal mind.
And l know that His light|is in every man.
Did He ask something of you?
That l go to Egypt.
You are God's messenger.|He has set the day of deliverance.
l'll get water and bread|that we may leave at once!
- But Egypt holds death for you.|- lf it be His will.
Where He sends you, l shall go.|Your god is my god.
l'll lead men against|the armoury to get swords.
lt is not by the sword|He will deliver His people, -
- but by the staff of a shepherd.
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