The battle between the two greatest warriors of the Trojan War finally reaches its end.

Andromache: You think so? I missed him. And I am worrying too Servant: Hell be fine. Andromache: I dont know but I have a feeling thatthat Andromache: Yes, of course. Hell be fine. What am I thinking! Hell be here soon surely, I have to look beautiful when he came back. Will you help me arranging myself? Servant: Ill be pleased to do it for you, Andromache: Thank you! And oh I also made one for myself, look. . . What do you think? Servant: Fantastic! That suits your eyes Andromache: Really? Servant: Yes, really. Come Ill fixed your hair. Andromache: You know I really love him Servant: I know your highness, everyone knows. Andromache: If something bad happens to him Servant: Princess, please, dont think too much. Andromache: Im trying not to but knowing that he is out there in the war, probably fighting with withwith Achilles, it makes me feel sick! I dread that their fight will end up with my dear Hector lying on the ground. *Andromache will fell to the chair Servant: Your highness! Are you all right? Andromache: But hell be fine, yes, of course he will Oh, Hector. I really cant wait to see you again. . . Please be safe for me and your son. *there will be a wailing sound outside and it will caught the attention of Andromache

Narrator: After all the grit and determination Achilles did to track down Hector, they, the most marvelous warriors at their time, at last end up facing each other in a ruthless battle. A battle that is fated to bear the death of Hector, the glorious tamer of horses. *short film Narrator: Inside the castle of Troy, from the moment that the cruel scene caught the attention of the place, grief and terror rein on each corner of the castle. King Priam: Hector! Hector my son! ... No! Please Hector! . . . My son need me now let me go. Please, leave me alone. . . Let me go there alone and claim the corpse, the body of Hector, my noble son! My dear friends, I know you care for me. . . But you dont understand! . . . Let me go! Queen Hecuba: Hector . . . My child, how can I live with this misery? You were my pride, my joy. . . Dear son, why? Why did you left us? Ever since youve been a blessing to me, to us, and to all of our people. . . Together with the wall around our dominion, youve been our greatest means of defense!! But now you left us, its hopeless. It felt like walking naked in the middle of the war without you here My child, Hector Narrator: All over the fortress every soul let their heart state their own solemn laments for Hector. Every soul except for Andromache and her servant. She was currently inside a room somewhere inside the castle, weaving a pair of clothes for her and her husband, Hector. Not aware of what is happening outside the castle, not aware that the news she most feared is just waiting for her outside the door. Andromache: There! What do you think? Servant: Wonderful your highness!

Andromache: Thats the queen. I know this isnt a good sign, doubtless, it brings a horrifying news, but whatever it is I have to knowThough nervous, I have to be bold, brave like himCome with me Narrator: Nervously, Andromache and her servant head to where the others are, not knowing what comes before them Andromache: Hector, my husband, why? Why did you left me? Dreadful it is to think of tomorrow without you. Everything will change from now on making me a widow and your son an orphan. What will I tell Astyanax when he asks where his father was? Hector! If it not had been for our son, I will never try to live. Whats my life without you? Im just a piece of dust without your love. But then again, for the son you left for me, I will try to live stronger. Brave like you are when you face your death. I promise. Queen Hecuba: Stop weeping my child, we all must face our lost. All we can do now isis to be strong, youre right. King Priam: Hector, my son. Your death is sudden and anxiously surprising. Sorrow it brings within our hearts. But how? How can we put your divine body at a pyre? Narrator: All of a sudden, everything is enchantingly at halt, all froze with the single exception of King Priam. The appearance of the rainbow goddess is the cause. Iris: My humble respects your majesty. Please, dont be afraid for I bring no harm. My name is Iris, goddess of the rainbow. Im here to bring a message from the Zeus. King Priam: About the death of my son Hector, is it? Iris: Certainly, May I begin? King Priam: If you must,

Iris: Zeus said, and so to speak: You should go to Achilles to redeem Hectors body, bring a rich ransom in return. Iris: Achilles even though violent is not really an evil. He will do no harm to a harmless suppliant. So dont be frightened if thats what bothering you. King Priam: No, Im not afraid to die Iris, not anymore. Whats bothering me now is, Will Achilles let me take Hector? Iris: Nor did I have an idea. But you can give it a try my King. Narrator: Then with the blink of an eye, she was gone The stillness around the castle is now broken. The sound of grieve and sorrow once again fill the air. King Priam: My people I will go to Achilles to fetch my noble sons body. And no one can stop me now. *retaliation starts King Priam: My dear friends, I know you care for me. But my son needs me. What if he kills me? Well, Im old enough to die. Besides my sons body is worth dying for. No one can stop me now. As a king I order all of you to stand back and let me go. Narrator: And so, the king went to Achilles, bringing the most splendid treasures of Troy. *King Priam will kiss Achilles hands Achilles: Who are you? King Priam: I am the one who did something that no one had ever yet tried before. I caress and kissed the hands of the man who killed my son. Achilles: Priam? King of troy? King Priam: I offer you the most splendid treasures of troy. Im here in front of you kneeling not as a king but as a father. Im begging you give me back the corpse of my son!

Achilles: But he killed Patroclus, Priam. He killed my cousin! King Priam: He didnt know he was your cousin, Achilles, he thought it was you! Achilles: But still, he killed him! My cousin is gone forever because of your son! Do you know how I feel about that! King Priam: Achilles, for heavens sake you just killed my son! Of course, I do know how it feels like. Probably worst than your pain! You killed him merciless just because he killed your cousin, IN THE BATTLE FIELD! What do you supposed they should do in there? Make friends with each other? Achilles: But King Priam: Listen, how many cousins have you murdered already? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Have you ever felt guilty?... Like my son, like the every other warriors who fight at the war, you too is a MURDERER! Achilles: I, I *king Priam will knelt King Priam: Achilles! Im begging you! Give back the body of my son! Here I am swallowing all the pride that I have, forgetting me being a king! I will do anything! Please!!! Achilles: Stand up Priam,, King Priam: Im begging you, please give back my son! Achilles: Priam, I Okay, please stand up, I cant bear this. *King Priam will release slowly King Priam: You mean

Achilles: Yes, I will ah give you Hector. So please stand up now. King Priam: I do appreciate this Achilles *hug Achilles: Sit here with me King Priam, and let us savor the silence to express the sorrow of our hearts. You as a father who long for his son and me as an opponent who regret the sacrilege he had made. Narrator: Achilles finally gives up the body of Hector to the brave king. The noble father who did something that no one ever did try before.

King Priam
HE IS THE ONE WHO: Kissed the hands of the man who killed his son, knelt before him, and surrendered the dignity he held as a king, to give a descent funeral pyre for his dear child.