Alexander Page #2

To whom do you pray?

Phobos.

Fear?

A bad omen.

More so for Darius.

I've come to believe the fear of death

drives all men, Hephaistion.

And this we didn't learn as schoolboys.

It is the cause of all of our misfortunes.

-So, mighty Crateros.

-Your Majesty.

-Are you ready for tomorrow?

-It's been too long coming if you ask me.

The men are skittish as colts and

the damn bulls won't shut their snouts.

Good. Fear makes men fight better.

Post your sentries alertly

but rest them well.

Don't you worry, general. I'm known to

sleep with my eyes open as a baby's arse.

Only because someone

might steal his loot, sire.

Well, someone owes Crateros

for his cheapness.

He buys neither gloves nor blankets

to warm himself.

Who needs gloves

when you come from grace?

Who needs clothes

when you can fight naked?

He's right.

After tomorrow, even the thrifty

among you shall be kings.

-The gods are with us, Your Majesty.

-We'll stain the ground...

...in Persian blood, my king.

You're on the first row tomorrow, boy.

I've always believed, Alexander...

...but this seems so much bigger than us.

Did Patroclus doubt Achilles when they

stood side by side at the seat of Troy?

Patroclus died first.

If you do...

If you were to fall, Hephaistion,

even if Macedonia were to lose a king...

...I will avenge you.

And follow you down

to the house of death.

I would do the same.

On the eve of battle,

it's hardest to be alone.

Then perhaps...

Perhaps this is farewell then...

...my Alexander.

Fear not, Hephaistion.

We are at the beginning.

Blood makes the world rise.

Blood makes the rain fall.

Blood makes the earth grow.

And in blood, all men are born and die.

Blood is the food of the gods below.

Come, Bucephalus.

Today we ride to our destiny.

Company, group! Regroup!

Phalanx, turn right!

Phalanx, attention!

Neoptolemus.

I remember you the day

you took the siege tower at Tyre.

You were a giant.

And today, how will you fight?

Dexippos, by Athena.

How far was it you threw your man

wrestling at the last Olympic Games?

Will you match it with your spear?

And Timander, son of Menander,

a great soldier to my father.

I still mourn your brother, Addaios,

who died so bravely at Halicarnassus.

What an honored family

you descend from, Timander.

You fight for them today.

You've all honored

your country and your ancestors.

And now we come to this

most distant place in Asia...

...where across from us, Darius

has at last gathered a vast army...

But ask yourselves...

...who is this great king

who pays assassins in gold coins...

...to murder my father, our king...

...in a most despicable

and cowardly manner?

Who is this great king, Darius,

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