Romulus

Come here, let's push it out.

Spur those horses on.

It's not moving, it's stuck!

Again! Harder!

Come on, push!

All together!

Get him out of the wagon!

We'll continue on foot.

I'll tell Amulius that you died like your brother.

Like a pig.

Look at me!

I am Yemos.

The legitimate king of Alba.

And son of Rumia.

I dreamt of him again,

I'm sure he's alive.

I hope so as much as you.

In the dream, he told me that everything that we're doing

will help to bring him home.

Once all was war in these lands.

The Thirty Kings were enemies to each other.

One day,

a white sow appeared to the Thirty

and with her were the offspring she had given birth to.

There were 30 of them.

It was a sign from the Gods.

The Thirty Kings were 30 brothers

and the king of Alba was to be their leader.

It is the will of the Gods that keeps them united.

The same will that will return Yemos to the throne.

Sicanus, Capys,

welcome.

Leave your weapons and men behind.

Numitor awaits you.

We are here for the remembrance of your father, King Ertas.

He believed in the innocence of Yemos.

We will listen and then decide.

Numitor's words will convince you.

You speak as though we were already on your side.

I like to believe in what I want.

But without your support,

we are already dead.

Lausus and Numitor sent messages from Gabi to all the kings.

They're seeking allies to support the cause of Yemos.

Of the Thirty Kings, many refused the invitation,

but others have already left with their entourage.

I want to know the will of the Gods.

Do you doubt your right or your strength?

My father doubts nothing!

Yemos is a prisoner and will soon be here.

The Gods allowed Numitor to take the city of Gabi,

and I need to know.

If it is right to destroy the ancient alliance of the Thirty.

I want a sign.

We will choose the sacred birds tonight.

Tomorrow you will know.

It was my fault.

I promised to find Numitor.

You had few men and you were defeated by deception.

You are not to blame.

Even if they all united against us,

our army will be able to destroy them.

So what are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid of anything.

You don't want to embrace me and my father?

I will when I'm sure you didn't give birth to a fratricide.

If my son were guilty,

the Gods wouldn't have smiled on us.

They wouldn't have sent us this man with his people...

Was it you who defeated Amulius's men?

What's your name? And what people do you command?

My name is Wiros,

and I command my brothers.

Not a people, but a pack of wolves.

Rumia's children.

Is this your hope?

The Lady of the Wolves and her children?

Wiros knew my son Yemos

and supports his claim to the kingdom.

Have you met Yemos?

-Yes. -Is he alive?

He is only waiting to get his throne back.

He told me Amulius is a killer

and that he killed Enitos by treachery.

How do you know that Yemos wasn't lying to you?

If you ask me this, it's you who doesn't know him.

Do you want to be the thirty-first king?

No.

-What do you want, then? -My people...

He fights for me.

If you decide to trust me,

you will trust him as well.

Wiros has sworn to respect our laws.

They gave you a hut.

As though you were the equal of the Latin kings.

I didn't ask for it.

The Latins respect you and are afraid of you.

They know that one day you will be more powerful than anyone,

and that the queen of Alba will choose you as her son.

What's wrong?

She already has a son.

Do you think he's still alive?

I want that more than anything.

I wish all the others were alive as well.

The way things were before.

The way things were before...

will never be again.

If we want to live we have to forget,

and find a new home.

You're as white as snow.

What's the matter with you?

See for yourself.

Yesterday at sunset they were alive.

Nobody approached the cage.

What does this mean?

The Gods aren't answering you.

Whatever you want to do,

you will have to do yourself.

You're lying.

You poisoned these birds to force me to surrender.

If you believe that,

order your men to execute us as the law demands.

You think you're scaring me, don't you?

Do you think you scare me?

Whether you're scared or not doesn't matter now.

Even if you have us killed,

the Gods will continue to say nothing.

Yemos has escaped!

Those who saw the chariot and the dead soldiers say

-that Spurius had his chest... -Silence!

Your trembling voice is unbearable.

Where has your fury gone?

Are you afraid of a murderer?

If you're afraid I don't want you beside me.

Because I need your anger and not your fear.

Out!

Out now!

You're still alive!

Embrace me...

as the living do.

You stink like a goat, brother.

You too, brother. Like ten goats.

The others...

Spurius killed them all.

We will avenge them.

I've already avenged them.

The king of Velia is food for the wolves.

I stayed alive to give this back to you.

Now it is yours.

What happened to you?

I became a man.

I knew it! I knew all along!

Yemos?

It's sad not to see the light

of such a happy day.

There will be other

and happier days.

If the Gods saved you,

the kings will take this

as a divine sign.

I'm safe thanks to a Goddess whom you fear.

Rumia protected me.

She saved me.

Did you see them die?

Yes.

What did they do to them?

What does that matter?

The She-Wolf is dead,

our comrades are dead,

doesn't any of this matter to you?

Why do you need to know how they died?

Why suffer over again?

What matters is what they have left.

Death leaves nothing.

They're alive,

they're with us,

I can feel them.

The She-Wolf spoke to me,

she gave me the courage to survive.

You speak as though you were our king.

I want to help you find what you have always sought.

Wiros is our king, not you.

Yemos is the king of Alba.

He is alive to allow us have our city.

When we will have what was promised to us,

he will be king to all.

My city will be your city.

Don't you want to tell me what you think?

I'm happy. Nothing else.

Eat now.

I can't see you,

but I can feel how you breathe.

-You're afraid. -Yemos is my son,

I'm not afraid of him.

But you know that the Thirty

won't fight for a king

who speaks of a foreign Goddess.

The Thirty won't listen to anything that might offend them.

If they don't support us,

it will not be because of our words.