The world will remember your name.īut if you go to Troy, you'll never come home. Men will tell stories of your victories for thousands of years. If you go to Troy, no one will earn more glory than you. But when your children are dead, and their children after them, your name will be lost. They'll love you, and when you're gone they'll remember you. You'll marry, you'll have children, and your children will have children. If you stay here, with me, with your family, you'll have a long, peaceful life. I haven't worn a seashell necklace since I was a boy. I thought I'd make you another seashell necklace. You sack of wine! Before my time is done, I will look down on your corpse and smile. Tonight I'll have her give me a bath, and then, who knows? Mighty Achilles, silenced by a slave girl. If killing is your only talent, that's your curse. But if you don't release her, you'll never see home again. Your men sacked the temple of Apollo, yes? I'll carve "Agamemnon" in the stone.īe careful, king of kings. History remembers kings! Not soldiers! Tomorrow we'll batter down the gates of Troy! I'll build monuments to victory on every island of Greece. Perhaps the kings were too far behind to see, the soldiers won the battle. A great victory was won today, but that victory is not yours. You came here because you want your name to last through the ages. It belongs to Agamemnon in the afternoon. The Trojan beach belonged to Priam in the morning. You're the only Trojan who can say that.Īh, Perhaps you didn't notice. I want what all men want, I just want it more. What do you want here in Troy? You didn't come for the Spartan queen. The kings are gathering to celebrate the victory. My lord, Agamemnon requests your presence. What's your name? Even the servants of Apollo have names. You're royalty, aren't you? Spent years talking down to men. I know more about the gods than your priests. You're nothing but a killer! You wouldn't know anything about the gods! i think your god is afraid of me.Īfraid? Apollo is master of the sun, he fears nothing. His priests are dead, and his acolyte's a captive. I've killed men in five countries, never a priest.
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