Fort Saganne Page #4

You're not ill anymore.

Let's have some tea.

Saganne!

Wait for me.

Is your fever gone?

Are you back on the saddle?

Everybody goes through that,

you know? I did.

So you've befriended that mule...

It's a good thing.

He's been a pain in the ass

for three days now.

You have to change his mind.

He's got to make a decision:

either he's with Mekalla and all of us,

or he's with Sultan Omar, against us.

- Sir...

- I'm counting on you.

Dear Madeleine,

I'm writing to you

from the Great South.

This letter may take months

before it gets to you.

Are you writing to your wife?

She's not my wife.

Get married and

have lots of children.

That's good.

Why have they sent you here?

France has water.

Here, you have to know

how to find it.

And you don't.

What did you do?

Did you kill your brother or something?

- No, I wanted to be here.

- What do you want?

What's your goal?

The Colonel knows

what he wants.

- How about you?

- I am with myself.

If Mekalla goes my way,

I'll go with him.

If not, I'll go my own way.

With the French...

it works like this.

But here...

it works like this.

I did it, Saganne!

I'm the first to do it!

Sir!

Sir! Amajar has left!

With all his Nemas!

Yesterday, people said

that Amajar had a mind of his own.

Dubreuilh shouldn't have

rushed things.

Last night, he told Mekalla

you'd talked Amajar

into joining us.

No one asked him to give in.

But I won't tolerate...

and neither will

my friend Mekalla...

tribe leaders sneaking off

in the middle of the night!

It's an insult to our authority.

On the other side of the border,

Sultan Omar is waiting

for an opportunity to attack us.

I'm counting on you.

Saganne,

bring him back.

"Dear Lucien,

we've been marching for 17 days

through a real desert,

and I'm my own master at last!

I'm after Amajar and his Nemas.

Who knows what Amajar will do?

Will he join the enemy?

One thing is certain,

if I don't find him quick,

we may lose other tribes too.

That would be chaos.

So every day counts.

We've reached the Erg Chech.

No European has ever entered it.

"We walk in God's trust,"

as the Arabs say.

We've lost all trace of them.

Very little water left.

If we keep going,

we may not find any.

You decide.

Let's keep going!

Still praying, Geindroz?

I'm not praying.

I can't anymore.

Sorry, Geindroz.

I can't help you with that.

Sir!

Geindroz has stopped!

He won't go on.

Sir?

Come on, Geindroz.

Don't be stupid. Get up.

Geindroz!

Come on!

I promise we'll find

a well before tonight.

You don't know

where to find one.

You don't know a thing!

You know nothing!

We're all going to die

because of you.

What for? So you can show

Dubreuilh you're a leader?

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