Talos, the lame, he grew up among the helots, after his father, the cruel law of Sparta, had fled. Brithos, the intrepid, was bred to be a warrior, a noble among nobles. Two brothers separated by law, the closer together through winding streets to the fate and are lined up side by side in the fight against the invading Persians.
To Order King, Brithos part of the battle of Thermopylae with Talos, his servant, and Aghias, another leader. Their task was to bring an important message to Sparta. The message is replaced with treason during the trip with an empty message. Brithos is accused of escaping from Thermopylae before the Persians killed all the soldiers who were at the front. After the suicide of Aghias, Brithos unable to bear the ignominy attempts suicide but is saved just by Talos.
Talos looked at him with a sad look:
Do you really know that life is the only thing I care? And how do you know about my life and that of my people? ... Do you know what ever serve in silence, bear the yoke like an animal every day, without hope of redemption? Hannno of us did not serve, but men, men like you ... and me. Tomorrow, perhaps even at this time, whole prosperous and free people are enslaved by the unstoppable force of the invaders. Men noble, proud, brave, like your father, like you, maybe. Of course, those born in chains do not know what is freedom, but also knows what courage. A courage that you can not even imagine. The courage to carry every day a heavier load without bending their backs, the courage to continue living for themselves, for loved ones. [...] Live, if you can, as you have been commanded, what do you survive in disgrace. Even a donkey to bear the lash without wailing. [...] Even the animals know clashing savagely to death and injury ... [...] But only one man can survive, to silence the cries of the heart, to stifle the pain, rebellion, anger, bringing shame on their shoulders, like a loathsome burden. You're covered with bronze, Brithos, but the skin that covers your bones vibrate known only as that of the drum which calls to battle. Have you ever cried, Brithos? Have you ever had eyes full of tears? The glory was taken from you and you're like a jar full of sand. [...] What's behind the armor, Brithos, what is it?
Do you really know that life is the only thing I care? And how do you know about my life and that of my people? ... Do you know what ever serve in silence, bear the yoke like an animal every day, without hope of redemption? Hannno of us did not serve, but men, men like you ... and me. Tomorrow, perhaps even at this time, whole prosperous and free people are enslaved by the unstoppable force of the invaders. Men noble, proud, brave, like your father, like you, maybe. Of course, those born in chains do not know what is freedom, but also knows what courage. A courage that you can not even imagine. The courage to carry every day a heavier load without bending their backs, the courage to continue living for themselves, for loved ones. [...] Live, if you can, as you have been commanded, what do you survive in disgrace. Even a donkey to bear the lash without wailing. [...] Even the animals know clashing savagely to death and injury ... [...] But only one man can survive, to silence the cries of the heart, to stifle the pain, rebellion, anger, bringing shame on their shoulders, like a loathsome burden. You're covered with bronze, Brithos, but the skin that covers your bones vibrate known only as that of the drum which calls to battle. Have you ever cried, Brithos? Have you ever had eyes full of tears? The glory was taken from you and you're like a jar full of sand. [...] What's behind the armor, Brithos, what is it?
After conducting a fierce battle in command of the Helots against the Spartans wanted to overwhelm them, Talos away from the city's wife, Antinea, and the son
For many years there has arisen [...] kept separate when the last time I saw you disappear on the back of your ass, I wept bitterly because I was sure I never see you again but I found after risking their lives in the center sometimes distant places. We must hope, Antinea hope we'll meet again ... Sometimes the gods do not give us much comfort, but there is a force within us that does not allow that hope die, is the force that took me back to you by distant lands of Asia, from the wild solitudes of Thrace. I will always be with you, Antinea, and the small, but do not leave me alone to believe and hope. If you'll be sure to see me one day we will be together again, free to live happily to a peaceful old age and see our children's children grow stronger as young olive trees around us. In the midst of the storm is forgotten that the sun and there are fears that the darkness will rule the world but the sun still shines above the black clouds and its rays eventually open up a gap to bring light and life.
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