Helen of Troy Page #3

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[Groaning Continues]

He will be the grand prize|in King Priam's games.

If you wish to negotiate|with the winner,

you will find him there.

[Helen]|Tell me the truth|about my mother.

I need to know. Please.

[Sighs]

When it happened,|Tyndareus was away in Egypt.

When she began to show|a couple of months later,

he'd been gone|for half a year.

So the kingdom|watched her belly swell|month after month.

She was disgraced.

She had no husband|beside her.

She waited till|she had you, then...

Had me?

[Shuddering]|It was me?

No!

Helen, no.!|There are wolves.!

[Sighs, Panting]

Do I look like her?

Well, you're younger...|and dirtier.

When you grow up,|if you grow up and don't|make me wring your neck,

you'll be even more|breathtaking.

Who was it? Who did it?

Tell me who.

Helen, you're the daughter|of the greatest god.

Zeus is your father.

That's why your beauty|will never be matched.

That's why no man|will ever resist it.

You resisted me.

Well...|[Laughs]

Not without great effort.

Let me be your friend.

I think you could do with one.

I must always|know the truth.

Always.

[Paris]|I'm going to Troy.|I'll get our bull back.

[Father]|Troy is no place|for people like us.

I'm going.|No. They'll hurt you.

If these ribs aren't broken,|they will be with one more blow.

They can't treat us like that,|like we're nothing.

I'll bring back what's ours.|There's no point.

There is...|when I win it.

[Chattering]

[Narrator]|And so Paris came to Troy.

It was the richest|city in the world.

Into it were brought|silks from Asia,

spices from Arabia,|rare woods from Africa.

[Chicken Clucking]

[Speaking Asian Language]

A feast for the eyes.|Both of them. Huh?

[Chattering Continues]

[Narrator]|From its strategic harbor,|with its massive walls,

Troy controlled all trade|north and south of the Aegean.

And Paris would control|Troy's fate...

more than he could know.

[Horse Whinnying]

[Bull Mooing]

[Mooing Continues]

[Applause, Cheering]

[Chattering]

[Cheering Continues]

[Crowd Chanting]|Hector.! Hector.! Hector.! Hector.!

You here to sign up?

What's your name?

Paris.|Of?

As in where from?

[Applause]|Mount Ida.

All right.|Where's your cuirass?

- My what?|- Breastplate.

No?

What about a helmet?

Any kind of armor?

Boy! Fetch me|some of that old armor.

How about your cudgel?

I could use this.

Look here, lad,|you can't win,

but at least you have|to put on a good show.

Go ahead, choose one.

You'll find some|better than others.

Why can't I win?

No one ever beats|Prince Hector.

[Applause, Cheering]

Leave your knife|on the rack.

Hey, shepherd boy.!|The hero from Mt. Ida.!

[Laughing]

Ah, the king's thief.

You're on, shepherd.|With your friend.

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