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and started the most famous|war in history.
You may have heard|of that valiant struggle...
Ten years,|the best of our lives.
Ten thousand men,
All led by my brother|Agamemnon,
the mightiest of the Greeks.
And Achilles, who could|strike down 10 warriors|with one blow.
You may even have heard|of Paris,
who they say betrayed|his country and crown...
But that is not|the way it happened.
Let me tell you the real story.|I know. I was there.
[Woman Groaning]|Kill him! Kill him!
Kill him! Kill him!|Kill him!
[Woman]|It's a boy, Your Highness.|A boy.!
You said,|"Kill him. Kill him."
Before any of us knew|that it was a boy.
Cassandra, have you just had|one of your visions, hmm?|Tell me!
Priam, come see your son.
Cassandra, come see|your brother Alexandros.
I know that you see things,|and I know that people|don't believe you, but I do.
You-You saw that|it was a baby boy, right?
Hmm?|What else did you see?|[Panting]
If he lives, Troy will burn.
Take my son to the mountain.
Throw him|from the highest peak.
No!|Do it now!
No! No!|No, no, no, no!
No! No! Please!
No.! Please.! My son.!
Gods, do your will.
Why would they?|What was it, child?
Some foul prophet|jealous of your beauty?
I shall name you... Paris.
[Man]|Paris.! Paris,|where are you?
Paris, come.!|Time to eat.!
- Ohhh!|- [Laughs]
Hey, too bad you can't|watch your goats|as well as your flank.
- [Goat Bleating]|- Watch my herd!
Beauty is all:
All is beauty.
Victory goes|to the strong.
Gold rules men.|Wealth is power.
Paris must choose.
You must judge|who of us is fairest.
Who are you?
Choose me, Paris.|I am Hera.
I can give you wealth|beyond your dreams.
Look into its face, Paris.|See what Aphrodite gives.
The most beautiful|woman in the world...
- Pollux!|- You know you can't go|outside the city walls.
Father is furious.
Come on. Let's get you|bathed and dressed.
You can't go to a wedding|looking like that.|That big one in front.
Is that Agamem... the one|who's to marry our sister?
No. That's his father,|King Atreus.
See that one there|with the beard?
That's Agamemnon.|They say that one day|he will rule the entire Aegean.
[Pollux]|That's his brother, Menelaus.|Younger by two years.
And not too fond ofliving|in his brother's shadow,|so I hear.
Come on.|Let's get you dressed.
Where are they from?|Mycenae.
Where's that?|Never you mind.
Theseus, my king, this is|bad timing, don't you think?
The greater the challenge.
Don't get me wrong.|I love a challenge.
But I just hate|to be missing Athens|in the springtime.
You know how|beautiful that is.
She's just a child!
I'll ripen her like grapes.|I'll age her like wine.
When she ages just enough,|I'll taste her.
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