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 a BLACK SCREEN:

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 is heard as

 narrator OW

On a full moon night in 1870, a

dhow

 was on its way

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 Zanzibar.. FADE IN:

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 THE DHOW UNDER SAIL - NIGHT 1 A small lantern is hung up over the deck. Three persons are grouped under it.

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(cont.

 os) Her freight was ivory and rhino

horn.

 But the ship held also a secret, human cargo— Sa'id Ben Ahamed, the young Arab chieftan, was about to stir

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raise great forces of which the slumbering world did not yet dream... SA'ID, a fierce and strongly beautiful young hero of his people, sits on the deck cross-legged, bent forward, his

 hands

 loosely folded and resting on the planks before him. Through treachery, he had been made a prisoner in the North; he was now on his way to take revenge

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 his enemies. With him there was a person once

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of great renown: the storyteller,

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Mira

 Jamal.

MIRA

 sits,

 like SA'ID, with his legs crossed. His back is to the moon, but the night is clear enough to show

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that he is dressed in

 rags.

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The third in the company was the

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young Englishman, Lincoln Forsner.

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LINCOLN lies flat on his stomach on the deck.

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 wears an Arab shirt and Indian trousers.

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They sail for a

 -ime.

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Then LINCOLN changes his position: he sits

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 and makes r. himself comfortable.

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LINCOLN The night is very still... bewildering in its silence and its peace. It is as if something had happened to the soul of the

 world.

As if some magic... turned it UDside-down. Pause, Mira... The old storyteller turns to him. You once had many tales to tell us— Good tales for a hot night... and for people out on great undertakings. Tales to make the blood run

 cold.."

MIRA

Yes,

 such stories were once my stock in trade...

 Ah,

 how the world loved me in those

 days

LINCOLN And now? MIRA

Alas,

 how can

 you

 make others afraid when you've forgotten fear yourself? When you have learned what things are really like— when you've had talk with ghosts and had connections with the devil, you're more afraid of your own creditors. (he smiles) And that is why you see me here in

rags—

 the follower of

 Sa'id,

 in prison and in poverty. LINCOLN turns and looks thoughtfully at the young chieftan. He does not yet

 know

 how to dream...

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 But he will learn. SA'ID lifts his hawk's eyes at

 this,

 and smiles a little. 3ut he does not speak.