The 300 Spartans Page #4

I must speak to the council first.

But once we start,

we march faster than any soldiers on earth.

In the meantime, you can send a small force

of Athenians to occupy the pass.

No. Don't let's deceive ourselves.

No Greek will stir

until he sees the Spartans march.

Actually march, you know.

Thrump, thrump, thrump.

Red cloaks, flutes and all.

I know. Only this will unite Greece.

I'll leave at once.

I'll deploy the ships and meet you

in this bay of Locris. You and your men.

We'll be there.

Agathon! I thought I should

never see you again. What happened?

- I was a guest of the Persians.

- And escaped?

- He gave me a horse.

- Why?

So I could tell the Greeks what I have seen.

- Why were you not in council?

- Because I'm not a good liar.

I don't want to frighten them.

- Then the army is as enormous as they say?

- Leonidas...

It is bigger than anything you can imagine.

For six days I watched them pass. Six days!

I ran out of numbers and still more of them

came. They're drinking the rivers dry.

And at night, there are more of their

campfires than there are stars in the sky.

Good.

When I was a boy, I always wanted

to reach the stars with my spear.

- I don't trust that woman.

- Neither do I.

But what can we do? During the day he seeks

our advice. Then comes the night and...

Shh!

My lord.

My lord!

- Hydarnes, why must you disturb me?

- I have urgent news, my lord.

Scouts report the Greeks

have abandoned Thessaly.

- I knew they would. Have some wine.

- Beyond Thessaly lies the Oeta range.

With just one pass near the sea

called Thermopylae.

I'm in no mood for geography.

My lord, we must send a cavalry column

to secure the pass before our army reaches it.

You must do only what I order you to do.

But, my lord, as a soldier it is my duty to...

Your duty is to obey me! I don't want

the Greeks to think I'm afraid of them.

If they want to fight,

let them come out into the open.

I'll leave Thermopylae

as an open door for them.

- And supposing...

- Enough!

It's my war and I'll conduct it my way.

Now go!

- We should be in Sparta by late afternoon.

- Yes.

Tell me, did you see Demaratus

in the Persian camp?

No, but I saw a real Persia-lover there.

- Who?

- Gryllus, the father of young Phylon.

I slashed his face with a whip.

I can't believe it. He was always a good man.

He has no business to be among barbarians.

I'm only sorry now I didn't spear him.

And Phylon should be questioned. He might

have known about his father's actions.

We shall speak to him.

Phylon!

- What have you been doing?

- Exercising, with spear, sword and javelin.

Talking about the war.

Everyone says we're going to march north.

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