The Trojan Horse (La guerra di Troia) (La guerra di Troia)

Nine years have passed since that black day...

That Paris, prince of Troy, abducted Helen,

Wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta .

For nine years, sworn to avenge the insult,

Greek kings and princes, the biggest heroes,

Trying to understand Troy.

Behind the tall, impregnable walls, where Paris clutching Helen,

-a Valuable loot him, a heavy attack for Ellines-

Troy reached the end of its resistance.

Hector, son of King Priam, brother Charmer Paris,

The bravest of the Trojans, killed by Achilles,

Thus avenged his friend, Patroclus,

Which killed Hector a duel.

The body of the Trojan hero,

Crawling triumphantly the chariot of Achilles,

Engraved into the dust an omen for the fate of fraudulent Troy.

And so began the tenth year war.

Let's feed the birds with the corpse of Prince I killed with my sword.

Hector, the killer of Patroclus, will pay double his crime.

This is the revenge Achilles, the Trojans!

Achilles sealed the fate of my brother.

A fate that the haunted for nine long years.

What is our fate... fate of Troy?

Who knows.

Another day life is you only win...

With the sad price on fighting daily.

The Trojan War

Get out ahead! Will follow you and attack the last.

I wanted a Greek prisoner, but alive!

Try it with this.

Try this one day at a Greek who can defend.

I have to tell you, Aeneas...

That although m'endiaferei whether to live or die...

I admire your accomplishments watching on the walls.

I envy cunning and your courage.

Which of the two virtues would you choose?

Although I like both, Aeneas...

... I cunning. Useful in glorious warriors.

Or in cowards who have much to lose. And you, Paris, got a lot to lose.

Your valuable pelt.

Bring the prisoner. I want to interrogate.

Rejoice, Aeneas.

The soldiers will follow.

- Wherever drivers, Aeneas. - I have no aspirations for leader.

This cursed war has already lasted too long.

No woman is worth the blood spilled nine years now.

Much more Helen.

Eleni is a symbol of power and glory of Troy.

Yes, a power watered with the blood of the Trojans.

Helen of Sparta, Menelaus woman ,

And lover of Paris... will be our grave.

With these ideas have won antipathy Courtyard

And the Council of Elders.

But now you must be careful even more.

The Paris is watching.

With every word you put additional risk your life.

I say what you say and Hector.

The But Hector is dead. And who now runs?

The Paris.

Be careful, Aeneas.

Aeneas!

Creusa!

Aeneas!

As we saw in the walls, I almost crazy with fear.

You should be careful. Not to go on the walls.

Why should I hide my anguish? I worry like other women.

How not want to see as the other who boast about their men?

I am the wife of Aeneas.

I want to know it all. My father, Paris, all of Troy.

If Paris learned our secret...

Would make you hurt, by his hatred for me.

Our joy is to have each other.

Our misery that must to hide our joy.

But how long yet? I have to know.

Not very.

One day this war will end .

One day will come peace. Believe me.

The prisoner said that organizing games in honor of Patroclus.

- Will last for two days. - What else the prisoner said?

Will join the bravest warriors.

What else, Paris?

The body of Patroclus, dressed in white...

And smeared with oil, is on the funeral pyre.

Where is the body of my son?

What did you learn?

The mother and I his wife want to know the truth.

Hector is next to Patroclus, dust underfoot.

In the dust? The body of my son!

In cold soil, to irrigate with blood?

Exposed to wild heads of his enemies.

He lies in eternal peace, mother.

Not suffer, because the sun, cold, wind...

Even hate the Greeks, not touch him anymore.

But in our hearts, Cassandra...

There is peace... No peace reigns.

Tell me what you intend to do body?

We will draw on the rocks Tenedos...

And they will leave it there prey to the vultures.

This mother, is the will of Achilles.

Hector lying there like newborn child...

Just he saw the light of day.

Bring me my son!

We have to go. The body of our brother awaits us.

- Vain effort Deiphobus. - For nine years the Achaeans have ward

... All our attacks. - The weapons are powerless about it.

The tears only less overwhelming with tears, not with blood.

You go alone, Cassandra, to pour my tears. Alone and unarmed.

King Priam can not be dragged in front of the enemy.

The prayers and tears are the only weapons for a frail old man.

Achilles will kill you!

Who Death is better for a father...

From death by the hand that killed his son?

- We will come with you. - I go alone.

Myself... Achilles...

Alone... My only weapons will be my tears.

- What do you want? - And I'll come.

- I do not need protection. - I however will come.

Aeneas, well know your courage, but does not accept your audacity.

I hear the voice of Hector. Your son and my friend calls us both.

I pray thee, Pallas Athena,

Which govern the destiny of mortals .

Accept my sacrifice...

Help to return my father and my husband...

Unharmed from the Greek camp.

For the safety of our old man father...

And on his return to sacred Troy with the pile of Hector,

My sister Creusa and Kassandra you speak with the gods,

Offer these two lambs to sacrifice to Athena.

Mermaid offer the life of a lamb, but slowly your own!

What does this mean?

If a design life of our father why you let him go alone?

You know very well that this was the desire.

However, someone who does not belong in our family, disobeyed.

Who?

O Aeneas!

Never loses opportunity to win popularity.

Undoubtedly has managed to learn all Troy recent feats.

Fraud if the credit it yours vile intentions.

Aeneas is a warrior.

No need of the popularity, which you seek by any means.

Even with your sacrifices to the gods.

I would love to see your hero...

When you are face to face with the terrible Achilles.

Stop the games.

Simoste, Trojans and our fun with the music of your Wailing.

In front of him must kneel!

You think your tears will bring my friend Patroclus back to life?

The tears can not do anything for him now .

Hector killed Patroclus...

And you Hector.

Achilles grieving for a friend...

Priam for a son.

Brag that your grief is heavier?

Then, bare your chest. our fun with your pain.

Others may be in lypountan...

But not me!

What asks Achilles for the body of Hector?

Patroclus! Patroclus!

What to answer?

Thousand chests gold?

And a mountain of precious gems up to your funeral pyre?

Better the psychorragima all prisoners!

Achilles does not kill defenseless.

- You Aeneas? - Yes.

Friend Hector, like you Patroclus.

There came to negotiate to the pile?

No.

Turned back, gray-haired, before they send you to Hades.

Have you decided to pay me with your life?

Consequential your feet something worth more.

On my dignity and honor of my ancestors.

I will do the necessary for your son.

Transfer the body of Hector in my tent!

Wrapped in a linen shroud.

Please Achilles... Yes, I beg you...

Allow me to prepare a my son.

Go.

Stay here, Troa.

He has much to say to his son.

And when the living speak to the dead...

It is better not to hear.

Courtesy of Agamemnon, struggles may continue.

This tripod solid gold...

Offered by Achilles to the winner of flo-tug of war.

The winner will be the one which will not pass this line.

Look now, Aeneas. See the power Greek warriors.

In know him?

Ajax, the strongest of the Achaeans. I have seen in battle.

Nobody goes to power. Noticed.

Well done!

Well done, Ajax!

You can leave.

Quiet!

Those who boast about their fists let's go ahead to fight.

Four talents gold award, by generous Achilles.

Four gold ingots? You buy olive groves!

Worth the risk.

Anyone who wants the prize, should be imputed to me.

And now? Do you think better?

Four talents are many...