300: Rise of an Empire Page #3

Xerxes' messenger was...

Well, he was rude

and lacked respect.

He didn't understand

the same threats

made in Thebes and Athens

would not work here.

This is the birthplace of the

world's greatest warriors.

Men whose king would

stand and fight and die

for any one of them.

Xerxes' messenger

did not understand

this is no typical

Greek city-state.

This is Sparta.

So it was clear to the messenger

there would be no

spartan submission.

It was clear.

Even now, Leonidas is in

counsel with the oracle

over his battle plan.

The festival of the Carnea

is all that stands in our way.

Surely, the oracle will

see we must fight.

Well, then my timing is perfect.

I am commanding a fleet of ships

that will represent

a united Greece.

I need Sparta to join me.

Give me your ships, Gorgo.

I will make sure that Xerxes wishes

he never crossed the Aegean.

You will receive no spartan ships.

We are not interested

in a united Greece.

That is your dream,

Themistokles, not ours.

All I am concerned with is

the preservation of Sparta.

My guards will see you out.

It's funny that you mock freedom

here in your selfish isolation.

Yet, freedom, in her wisdom,

has chosen you to defend her.

My queen.

Will Sparta join our fight?

Apparently, the Persians

have offered the Spartans

something they cannot refuse.

And what is that?

A beautiful death.

They say you are the

bravest of our captives.

They say you are a whore

from the eastern seas.

You're not the smartest.

Your commander is a Greek.

Just like me.

You Persian men take your

orders from a Greek woman.

Yes, my brother.

I am Greek by birth...

And I have Greek blood

running through my veins.

But my heart...

is Persian.

Within hours...

The Greek fleet will be shattered.

What of our master and the

much-feared Spartans?

There's nothing to fear.

Only king Leonidas and his

personal guard of 300

have marched to fight.

They'll collapse instantly.

You.

Do you agree?

Many will perish.

Your confidence leaves me

with a strong impression.

It's a curious thing for

a simple ship guard

to not lower his eyes

when questioned by me.

That could've been just

a lack of discipline.

But a man's hands do not lie.

They can reveal every imperfection

and flaw in his character.

You see, your hands

are not rough enough

to work the rigging of this ship.

I know every single

man beneath my lash.

Can you explain to me

how I don't know you?

Forgive me, commander.

Let me introduce myself.

Seize the spy.

Coward.

Storm is upon us.

It's just some mad Greek weather.

Themistokles.

Come.

Calisto.

What is spoken here

must not be repeated.

Anywhere.

My son has not earned the right

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