(distant clanging)
Katiba!
- Can I come? - Uh-uh.
Take me.
I'll keep out of the way.
When you're older.
You always say that.
Turn around.
Where's your dagger?
Hm?
How are we going to make a warrior of you if you keep losing your sword?
It was your grandfather's.
He gave it to me when I began working for the lord.
Now it's yours.
I'll look after it, I promise.
(distant hooves and faint cries)
Katiba.
Inside.
It's double-sided.
How many do you want?
How much?
- Two hundred... - ...and fifty. Each.
I'll take these.
You stay here, OK?
Come, sir, come, madam, Look at our shawls.
Look at this beautiful shawl.
Next.
Lord, the monsoon rains didn't come this year.
Our village suffered a terrible harvest.
This is all we have.
Where is he from?
Tarang village.
Has this happened before?
Yes.
I'm your loyal servant. Please forgive me. Let me go.
(villager begs for mercy)
Next.
(boy singing)
Come here.
Look where you're going.
I said Look where you're going.
(taunts continue)
(dog barks)
Brother.
(music)
(children’s laughter)
Tarang village.
Teach them a lesson.
They're only peasants.
Should be enough, even for you!
Take this.
She really put up a fight!
- This time I don't want to be last. - You don't do anything anyway!
Just carry out the orders.
You used to join in. Forgotten?
Get your horse.
Don't ever talk back to me.
Fine.
(yells)
The warriors are coming!
(woman screams)
(woman) Mira!
What happened?
Katiba!
Come inside!
Come here.
Now!
What's wrong?
(snipping)
No one leaves my service.
Bring me his head by dawn.
Fail...
and I will have yours.
(yelling)
What's happened?
- Where are we going? - Kullu.
Protect us on our journey home.
I'll never lift a sword again.
Don't lose that, Katiba.
- I have to go. I'll be in trouble. - Where are you going?
To Kullu.
Where's your father?
Where is he?
Papa!
(muezzin-style singing)
Him.
(people murmuring)
I'm not sure it's him.
Bring the boy!
Is this your father?
Is it your father?
Answer.
Yes. It's my father.
(background chatter)
(chatter)
They're coming!
(music and chatter)
(grunts)
Come on! Get up.
I thought it was him.
They were going home.
To Kullu.
I think he's with the blacksmith.
(horsemen approach)
Katiba?
Katiba!
(man shouts)
(shouting. muffled by the wind)
(man yells)
(foreman barks orders)
Move faster! You crippled or something?
Get to work!
Riaz!
Get to work.
Hey. Pick it up.
Bring it here.
Come here.
Still thirsty? Want another drink?
(urges horse)
Did you see a man pass this way?
Where did he go?
(henchman) Over here!
(yells)
(clears throat)
(jingles moneybag)
What do you want?
Something cheap.
If you can find anywhere cheaper...
Potato fry and chapatti.
What's your name?
Where are you going?
(mutters to himself)
- What's your name? - Riaz.
What's yours?
Go home.
Why are you following me?
Why were those men looking at you?
Where are you going?
Doesn't your family worry about you?
No.
Why not?
Leave it.
What happened?
I'll tell you.
When I was small, these men came to our village.
On horses. They set fire to the houses.
When people tried to escape, they killed them.
One man came to our house.
He had long hair.
I saw him, but I was too scared to do anything.
He...
killed my family.
Now you know.
(music nearby)
I'll be back.
Are you all right?
I'm waiting for someone.
What are you doing?
Come here. Stealing?
I'll pay.
- Pay? With what? - I've got money.
Where did you get that? Whose is this?
- Whose money? - Mine.
I didn't steal it!
Let me go!
I didn't steal it!
(raised voices)
(Riaz) Where are you going?
Kullu.
- Why? - That's where I'm from.
You got a wife, kids?
No.
You know, when I'm older I want a wife, kids, a big house
and loads of chickens!
- Where are you going? - To the holy lake.
- Where is this Lake? - In the mountains.
Put me down.
I don't want your help.
I'll go on alone.
There's blood written on your face.
Will I marry a rich girl?
Have a big house with a hundred chickens?
Thief!
She was right about me.
What about you?
Who did you kill?
What are you waiting for?
(cart approaches)
(driver urges on his oxen)
(driver sings to himself)
You knew?
What are you doing out here?
(Riaz) She wants to go to the holy Lake and he wants to go to Kullu.
And you?
Someone's got to Look after them!
Well?
(grunts)
(driver bursts into song)
Oh, God!
What happened here?
(cart driver singing)
(baby crying)
What's wrong?
- What's wrong? - Turn around.
- Why? - The warriors are here.
- Where? - In the village.
They're searching for someone.
You're a warrior, aren't you?
I used to be.
How many people have you killed?
Did you...?
Keep going. Take them to the holy Lake.
Take care.
Come here.
Be careful.
(small clank)
(bells jangle faintly)
(footsteps approach)
What do you want?
There's nothing left here.
It's just me and you.
Pick up your sword.
Let's go.
You Look like a peasant.
Is this why you Left?
To become this?
You showed me this life.
I won't let you walk away from it.
(warrior groans and grunts)
(women’s voices)
- (woman) Your money? - (man) I'm not paying.
- What? - It was terrible.
But you've eaten it all!
I didn't Like it.
Mama! Look!
- (man) No salt, no spices... Nothing! - But you've eaten it all!
- Why should I pay? - Why did you eat so much?
(man) Cold bread, bland sauce... It's terrible.
- But we're poor. - I don't care.
I'll never eat here again.
(umbrage and apologies)
Tea?
We could do with some help around here.
(wooden clacking noise)
Mama. He's awake.
She said you would come.
Mira.
Check the fire.