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at mixing herbs and preparing potions,

but my remedies cannot help

this man found on the beach.

This stranger has no memory

of his past.

I have cured his body,

but his mind...

lam not a god.

But did you bleed him?

Aesculapius says

that bleeding is not a cure.

It is only a way of proving

that you are a physician

at the expense of your patient.

How could a man lose

all recollection of his past?

There are two alternatives.

Either the gods

have granted him oblivion,

or he wishes

to escape the memory

of some great sin

or misdeed of his past.

I would agree with the second

possibility.

Father! Father.

Father, he is here.

May your kingdom grow in power

and its king in wisdom.

My physicians tell me that your memory

has left you completely.

The past is gone.

Yet, you know

how to greet a king.

Your bearing, your noble manner

would seem to suggest

that you've stood

before other kings besides me.

Is there nothing

you can remember?

I remember nothing.

Nothing.

It is strange.

Whoever you are,

you shall be our honored guest.

Give the necessary orders

for the feasts,

for the dances

and for the games.

Bravo.

Krakos is the winner.

Who will fight with Krakos?

Go. You can beat him.

Who me fight that killer?

Oh no.

Who will fight with Krakos?

Who will

fight with Krakos?

Don't go away, my friend.

But he should not

be allowed to fight.

Why not? A good strong crack on

the head might be most healing.

Okay, so he seems to know a few tricks.

He might once have been a wrestler.

Diomedes believes

he was a soldier.

- It's not so easy, eh?

- I wouldn't hire you as a nursemaid.

Excuse me.

Father, he won.

He won!

Yes, Nausicaa, he won.

But why do you stare at me?

Because

I see the woman

taking the place

of my little child.

A hero, heh? Have you two

ever met a real hero?

Agamemnon, Ajax, Ulysses--

those were heroes.

Ulysses had a hand

as big as a barrel.

With my own eyes I've seen him

break the back of a bull with one blow.

Yes, this man is no weakling,

but he is not

to be compared with heroes.

He is like a sparrow against

the wings of an eagle.

This is the gift which King Alcinous

sends you for your victory.

My thanks to the king.

And this is my gift.

It is a rare ointment.

- It's fragrant, isn't it?

- Like springtime.

It is made from a secret formula.

Magic.

It was given to me by a woman

who lives in the hills.

And she told me that in one night

it will heal any wound.

- And will also restore one's youth.

- Youth?

Give me some.

I can use a few bottles.

Youth.

This is not a boy's arm.

You are the youngest man

in all Phaeacia.

For me, you were born

only a few days ago on the sands

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