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Hear now the song of Troy and of the years the sea would not forget.

Long ago, the kingdoms of Greece united in a common cause, summoned by oath and

honor.

Their kings gathered a mighty fleet and sailed across the sea to the great

city of Troy.

Its walls higher than any siege tower, thick enough that no battering ram could

break them, a city that should never have fallen.

At its heart was Helen, wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta, and when the

Trojan prince Paris carried her away, the kingdoms of Greece arose as one.

For ten long years they lay siege to Troy.

While countless warriors fought and died, the city remained unconquered.

But where armies had failed, cunning would prevail.

Under the cover of darkness, Odysseus set a daring plan into motion.

Greek warriors entered the city unseen.

By dawn, Troy was consumed by fire.

and the long war had come to an end.

Yet for Odysseus, patient as the tide and cunning beyond all others, the

longest journey was just beginning.

The king!

King Odysseus!

Our men are gone, but Troy is fallen, and our battle is won.

Where are we going?

Home. To my kingdom.

My son. My wife.

You may join me, be an advisor in my court.

For your bravery in this terrible war, I will ensure you will want for nothing

for the rest of your life.

Thank you, my king.

It would be my honor.

The journey will not be easy.

I will swim if I must, but I will get home.

Trojans!

If the gods are willing.

Mews, the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had

sacked the great citadel of Troy.

Home, then.

Thus I have not honored the gods enough to receive the reward I deserve.

Greetings, Odysseus.

The good man.

Bright-eyed Athena.

Coruscant high.

Clever, maybe.

Clever is better than good.

Not just clever.

Brutal, decisive, and ingenious.

Hiding your soldiers in the gift of a wooden horse, your Trojan horse.

Taking the city by surprise from the inside out. Your greatest work.

It did what it was made to do.

But I cannot look behind.

As any craftman worth his salt, I pray that my greatest work lies ahead.

Perhaps it does.

So home, then.

Ithaca. To your wife, your city.

Yes, the only journey worth the fight.

Are you coming with me, Athena?

Or is there another reason for this visit? I come to bring you a warning.

The gods, they are fickle, Odysseus.

They will not make your journey home an easy one.

Your trials will be their entertainment.

They know now that you are a clever man.

They are jealous.

They will use this against you to show their power.

Curse me or bless me, goddess on high.

But be quick about it.

In due time.

And so begins your odyssey and the game of the gods.

Then pray for me, goddess.

For I must reach home.

For my kingdom.

For everything.

For my son.

My wife, my world will be gone.

I'm looking for men, a crew, for a dangerous journey.

One the gods themselves may turn their will against.

Once I am home as king of Ithaca, I assure you each will

receive a suitable reward.

You will never want for anything for the rest of your lives.

You have the word of the king himself.

A generous offer and reward.

But are you as good as your word?

Politely.

You look a little bit past your prime.

God! Old man.

After all this time. All this time and you still haven't gotten any better at

motivational speeches.

Absolute crickets from you as well.

This is a man who saved my life on numerous occasions.

A debt we have both repaid each other more than once.

And a war that has lasted more than five years.

Although it's closer to ten now.

But these days, I am much better collecting scars than I am glory.

But you will find plenty of much younger, probably not as bright men,

more than willing to join you.

But probably not here, sipping goblets in the middle of the day.

And the rest here, well, they know not the true cost of war, though they may be

eager.

As once we were. As we once were, listening to our fathers and our

grandfathers' stories.

And just more than willing to prove ourselves.

Can I trust them?

About as much as you can trust me.

All I know is that what's waiting for you back in Ithaca, now that is your

reward, and you deserve it too.

But for the rest of us... Join me.

I need men who I can trust.

Men with experience in battle. No, no, no. I will not be going to any battles,

any wars.

Ever again. I'm unpersuadable. I cannot be persuaded.

Did I mention the gold?

Well, did I mention I'm persuaded?

When do we start?

As soon as we recruit two more. Two more? Yes. Okay, let's go.

Alchemist the Navigator.

From what I heard, he was the one that saved a ship of fishermen from a

cyclone. Really?

I've heard of you, King Odysseus.

What have you heard?

That you, Sacker of Cities, son of Laerys, are favored by the gods.

Not all the gods.

One or two, maybe less.

Really? You survived the Trojan War.

You're a king.

King of Ithaca.

I have family that comes from Ithaca.

I haven't seen them since I was little.

You're my king. Not king today.

But if you help me get home, I will be.

I'm a good navigator.

But you mentioned gold.

Did I?

Oh, you did.

Yes, you mentioned gold. He mentioned gold.

I don't seek gold.

I'm bored.

Bored of fishing boats filled with old men with hoochie-smelling cargo.

I seek adventure.

New shores.

Like in the stories.

Stories about you.

Then join me.

then we will make stories that they will never forget.

And I promise you, it'll be anything but boring.

And once we reach Ithaca, you can join my guard and help me protect our fair

king.

My king.

Now, how are you at fighting?

Well, I can handle my own.

But if you want a force to be reckoned with, you want to recruit Eurylochus,

I've never seen another man fight quite like he has.

We'll pay him a visit next.

So what say you, Eurydice?

I have killed a lot of men to protect my home.

War has plagued our country for many years.

How are you at sea?

I'm a fast swimmer and even faster with a sword.

Hmm. Is that so?

Hmm.

But now that the war is over, I found work at a vineyard up the road.

The owner, he treats me well.

And his daughter, Talia, she's... I just don't know if I can commit to a

journey this long.

We will be in Ithaca before sundown, two days hence.

We have to be.

And if you decide to stay in our fair kingdom, you will live a life of ease in

Ithaca. And once there, she can join you.

If you teach me how to be as fast as you, my king Odysseus, then I'm in.

And as I promised, we need gold.

You said we need to be to Ithaca in two days.

Yes.

I have a plan.

But you must trust me.

I'm with you to the end, my king.

Or thereabouts.

From Troy, Odysseus launched his journey home.

with twelve ships and six hundred men.

Back in Ithaca, Odysseus' dear wife, Penelope, dreams of her love bearing

the brutal seas to find his way home to her.

Odysseus.

Gods above.

You've shown me Odysseus lives.

Now bring him home.

Bring him home now or these lips shall never again speak your names.

A growing boy needs

food. A boy needs many things, mother, but I am not a boy.

Not any... Mother.

I've seen him, Telemachus.

I've seen your father.

You're bleeding. You must sit. No, my son. We must stand and fight.

What have you seen?

A vision.

A message from the gods.

Troy Burns.

Your father, he is trying to offend you.

He is coming home, but it may not be fast enough.

Ithaca is vulnerable now.

Now that the war was over, Odysseus must return to reclaim the throne. Otherwise,

another can claim this kingdom as his own.

Your father would rather die than let that happen.

He will return.

He must.

And in his absence, I am the man of this house. And I say that... You mean...

I'll be a man soon enough, my love, and I will.

But you cannot be king.

Not yet.

And therein lies our fight.

Each day that your father is away, others become more willing to claim this

kingdom as their own.

If he does not return, I will not also lose you.

So we must be strong, my son.

Together.

We must be like your father, smart, resourceful, and protect this kingdom

without violence.

Clever.

So clever as to make the gods jealous.

Whether we want it or not,

the heavens will continue to move without Odysseus here by our side where

he belongs.

If he does not return soon, after victory's been declared, then by law he

will have abandoned his duties as king.

And a suitor, any suitor, may lay claim to this house

and to the crown of Ithaca.

And to you.

The law only reaches so far.

When they come, and come they will.

You must be ready.

And I am ready to fight for you and for father and the kingdom.

Son, this is not going to be a sword fight or even a fight of fists.

This will be a fight of words and propriety.

We need to buy him time.

Keep the suitors busy.

Their bellies full and distracted.

Now come.

and honor me like you do him.

The war is over now, but our battle is just beginning.

Goddess Athena, help us, I pray.

But help Odysseus.

Help my father.

Please. The mighty storm that struck Odysseus ravaged the sea for ten days,

taking them far off course.

After battling the sea, Odysseus has arrived at his home in Ithaca.

Or so he thought.

This is not Ithaca, Athena!

This is another one of the gods' cruel jokes!

I must get home.

I will get home.

Penelope.

Sweet Penelope.

I will come home.

Look at you keeping step with the gods.

Xena, I am many leagues off course.

Tomorrow, two days journey from Ithaca.

Please, spirit me home to Ithaca, great goddess.

You know that I cannot.

It is not within my power to do so.

But think, Odysseus.

Perhaps there is a reason that you are not yet home.

The gods have another plan.

I see.

I am here to help.

I can offer you help three times along your journey.

Three gifts.

Only three.

Tis all I am permitted.

I am helping because I see myself in your clever mind and your tactician's

brain.

Your glory in the Trojan War honors me.

And that is why I will help you.

I am flattered, goddess.

I must decline.

I am offended.

Odysseus, refusing a gift from the gods, from Athena herself.

If you cannot spirit me home, then please understand, I must ask for help

only when I need it.

When all hope is lost, my wits abandon me, and death beckons.

In this moment, I will honor your generosity, for I know the value of

golden gifts.

Then you must know, even now, dogs are sniffing at your house

and at your wife.

The gods are testing your cleverness, Odysseus.

Then I pray the gods do not storm me any longer than they already have.

Go, hero.

To prove your worth, get home, no matter what horrors the gods place upon your

path.

The opportunity here is too great to pass up.

A kingdom, crown, and even the queen herself, all free for

the taking.

And it should be easy enough.

owing to propriety and grecian law all suitors must be taken

seriously and i will be the first the

early bird gets the kingdom

she'll have no choice but to honor my demands

all of my demands

Antinous just said the most awful things, threatening to take the crown,

our house, and you.

Then it has begun.

We must be on our guard, Telemachus.

Always polite and inviting.

But on our guard.

But on our guard.

Perilous winds and unsettling new lands.

take their toll on the voyagers who now explore a small island rich in gold.

Is this part of the plan, Lord Odysseus?

Indeed, Eurydice.

Now stay close, and your lips closed.

I don't quite understand what this has to do with gold.

We're going to retrieve gold.

My gold.

It was stolen.

By Cyclops.

He's the son of Poseidon.

God of the sea.

A real cyclops.

Why didn't you tell us sooner? They eat people, so I've heard. My brave crew.

Alchemist, you wanted adventure.

Here it is.

Eurylochus, you wanted to stay alive in a cave with a cyclops.

You must want to be faster.

And Pleiades, now you wanted gold.

Yeah, this cyclops has been hoarding gold for years, mine and others.

And that gold will help me pay your rewards.

He's been terrorizing this mountainside for many years.

I will return the favor.

Today, our journey begins with the Cyclops.

Or it ends before it begins.

Now who's with me?

My king.

He ate him.

What was I say when I say we will win today?

All right, what's the plan?

We'll circumvase the mountain.

Go inside.

Stay close, or downwind.

Cyclopes. You can smell us nearly a leap away.

Hold, hold, hold, hold.

That Troy.

During the war, you were there.

I sure was.

I barely survived, and I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for

Odysseus.

He saved me from the entire garrison.

He picked them off one by one, hiding in the shadows, which is a pretty big feat

for him, considering he's a big bastard.

I've only heard stories.

Legends, really.

Well, not everything you hear is true.

Only half of what I just said was true.

Is he as good a man as they say?

He's a great man, though. He'd never admit it.

But out of humility...

He's a man who values many virtues, but the one he values above all others is

cleverness.

You see, a good man engenders himself to friends, family.

A clever man, a clever man survives.

Quickly now.

Quickly, quickly.

God's willing.

We will too.

Keep your eyes open and your wits about you, man.

How's this? You know no one's ever actually entered a cyclops cave and

lived to tell the tale.

Yeah.

Not until today, they don't.

We will be busy with his guest.

This is our chance.

We sneak in, find the treasure, take what we can carry, stay quiet, get out

the same way.

Stay with me.

Stay low.

But how do we find the treasure?

Where does the Cyclops even keep its treasure?

It smells like... death.

A better place to hide your gold than a place that smells so bad no one dares

enter.

Use your nose. Follow its direction.

Is... Is... Is somebody here?

I smell... I smell men.

I smell your fear.

You can't... You can't hide for long.

But famous.

The son of Poseidon is still...

The smell of the West is that way.

Move, move.

Holy gold.

Reward.

Reward for good manner.

Okay, quickly.

Take everything you can.

Actually, only take what you can carry, just like Odysseus said.

Wait, where is Odysseus?

Odysseus is gone.

You've come for my god.

Okay.

Go! I'll keep him busy!

Fight with you, my king!

Odysseus! Let us out!

Nobody.

It calls for help.

No one will come.

It calls out for nobody.

No one will come.

May the gods bless you, Aurelius, and speed you through the underworld as

quickly as the gods will permit.

Go, grab the treasure.

The son of Poseidon will not lick his wounds long.

Go!

Only take what we need.

Only take what we need? Yes.

Enough for a boat.

Revisions and no more.

Okay.

Go! Go!

Guilei! And greetings to the great house of Odysseus. Greetings to you, traveler.

Your voice seems so... familiar.

But... Our house is in no condition... I have well met my lord Telemachus.

Telemachus.

Apologies, apologies.

I am Antinous, and I come bearing gifts.

The gift of my protection.

A gracious home.

A kingly estate indeed.

We leave port immediately.

My king. My king?

Come and wish us farewell.

I have, and I come bearing a gift.

A bag of wind to speed you along your journey.

Perhaps if you'd accepted my offer of help and asked for stronger and faster

ships, you would not need it, or you would already be closer to home.

My ship?

I would not trust a boat from the gods.

Who knows if the previous owners seek revenge and come find me.

And what of the previous owners of this treasure?

My ship?

My treasure.

My men.

What's left of them?

My Olympus.

One of the gods speaking to Odysseus.

Gifts.

Gifts from the gods themselves.

It's a generous gift.

And I accept your bag of wind.

But it is not one of your three gifts until I use it.

Why not use it now?

I will use it.

But I will use it when I must.

The gifts of the gold come with a heavy price.

Hurry home, son of Laertes.

Honor me.

Rewards. Odysseus!

Who's that?

Athena herself.

Come to wish us a farewell.

Could she help us?

Help us get there faster?

I would give my life many times over if it meant getting home sooner to my loved

ones. The gods play dangerous games with men.

Take a spirit as home, which is a mere thought Of the breath in their lungs Or

they can smite us where we stand and send us to our dunes To them, it's all

the same That's why we must tread lightly Especially with the ones who

seem the most generous And what of that?

Is that a gift, a reward?

No, it's nothing, but good luck charm Now, Pilates, let's go home

A guest in my home.

Aye, but not just any guest.

Antinous, my queen, at your service.

Well met, Antinous.

And to what do we owe this generous visit?

I come to pay my respects to the great Odysseus himself and to those

he left behind.

He will return.

He... And we accept that respect and the spirit that it was given.

Thank you, Antinous.

And I am here to confirm that this home is safe.

Safe from any who might think to encroach upon its sanctity.

And to offer my allegiance and my duty to you and yours and to this kingdom.

And to offer my services to you as husband and

father.

And king.

There's no need for that. All for you, my father.

You'll forgive my son.

He can be rather spirited.

Much like his father.

A generous proposal, indeed.

But we have only just met.

Perhaps we can get better acquainted first?

A fair suggestion.

Right and good.

But I have to admit, my gracious queen, I am famished, and my lips are

parched from my long journey to your door.

Yes, refreshments might do us all some good.

Telemachus, I could use your help.

Take your time.

Take your time.

I'm in no rush.

Mother, what are you doing? My duty, my son. And I expect you to do the same.

Antinous is our guest.

Antinous is a lecherous fool.

Mother, I... There are no other fools, son.

He is merely the first. It's just like I warned you.

Every day Ithaca goes without a king, and our house without our dearest love.

We edge closer and closer to chaos.

While he is here, the others are waiting.

Keep their distance.

Concerned about their chances, making assumptions.

Peace is kept.

But mother, I don't think that...

We keep him distracted and we buy your father time. And while we wait and be

polite and kowtow to that, any piece we buy is not guaranteed.

It is all we can do.

For now.

Now come on.

We must keep our honored guest waiting.

Steady there, Alchemist.

By any luck, we'll be home in a game of love.

My king.

The storm's coming.

Keep it steady, Alchemist.

Put your back into it.

Palladius, grab those lines. We're going to need them.

Poseidon's breath, right?

Sidon's breath.

Hard air and spit.

That's Poseidon's bad breath.

He must have learned of the mark I left on his son and his ocean pushing us off

port. Look, there.

Oh, yes.

The current, it turns against us.

Yes. It gets your heading into the wind.

The wind? Yes. My king.

Poseidon's strength is strongest in the water and the current.

We catch the wind and use it as our guide.

Polites, put up by the mast on the sail.

We cannot afford to be any further from our goal.

King, this ship, she can't hold it. She will do what we tell her to do.

The wind going one way and the cannon the other, we're afraid we're going to

be torn apart.

Catch the wind, tread lightly, and catch the wave, instead of wrestling with it.

We must tread lightly. We want to keep pace with the gods.

Spin all you want, Poseidon.

I will not be swayed, not today, not ever.

You can get here.

The waves.

The waves, they're coming like water.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

We're not going to make it!

The sea should lead us home!

The wind!

The wind's just brought us!

We're going to lose the sail!

No! No, it's not so!

The snake we need!

Coming on by!

Unite!

When in war, they are nothing.

Oh, they are nothing when Ithaca waits for us.

I'm coming home.

I'm coming home.

So, then, Queen Penelope.

Antinous, do you have need of more food or drink perhaps?

Both,

please.

Your wine, it has a lovely bouquet.

A noble vintage indeed.

Captivating aroma and sweet acidity.

It is rich and full-bodied.

Just like you.

You do flatter me, Antinous.

Maybe I do.

But I worry the time for flattery

has passed.

There will be other suitors lining up at your door.

And soon.

And they will be much less patient men than I.

And after the suitors will come the looters and then the troublemakers.

And I will be unable to protect you.

Unless... Unless I'm your husband.

Unless I am king.

I would hate to see anything...

Unfortunate to befall you or your son in such

frivolous times as these.

Time to make your choice, Penelope.

Before someone makes it for you.

Alchemist, grab some beeswax.

Focus repairs on the prow of the ship.

That storm really took a bite out of our hide.

And we need this ship to have our speed back.

Yes, Lord Ching.

I see yourself having another day and a half on the journey.

You do not have a spare.

The wars of my heart upon this sea.

What storm do you think it was?

You want me to sail through with the one that's on your brow?

The storm to come and the journey ahead.

The journey home?

Yes.

But, ladies, I must get home no matter what the cost.

I must.

I wonder if the costs were already paid.

No, ladies, it's... The costs were paid, both here and back in Troy.

With flesh and blood.

And this, this is our reward, is it?

More hardship.

More storms, rough seas.

I cannot control the fates, nor the sea. You forget that I've seen you perform

miracles before, Odysseus.

Miracles even the gods couldn't choose.

This was my kingdom, yes.

This is not my kingdom.

I come in my kingdom, yes, I... By the gods of the sea!

Sith Chief!

Another one of Poseidon's weapons offended him.

He didn't stop Poseidon.

He just made him more angry.

Help me.

Come steer.

Skirt around the outside of it. My king, the repairs aren't finished yet.

Without them, we won't be able to make that turn. It'll be almost impossible.

Fine. I will make that turn.

We will ride the wind and the wave to freedom like my king.

He will not have the glory of knowing I took the easy way out.

Move!

He is right.

You should use it.

It is too early in the game for you to die, Odysseus.

Your pride will be your ruin.

You cannot win this without help.

I can beat this beast on my own.

I do not need your help on it.

I will get home in spite of you.

And all the gods.

I'll waste no more breath on you.

Not when it can be used for another purpose.

Patrick? Who the hell is it you're talking to back there?

I will beat this beast without your help, goddess.

The whirlpool!

Get covered!

Better hold on to something.

It's not just any worm, Poe.

It's a creature, Poseidon.

And if it's hungry, Poe, we must feed it.

We must feed it until its belly is full.

Until it chokes.

Come on.

We need to feed it. Feed it with what?

Spring.

Then we mow it off.

Now,

let the storm take it from us.

Grab the rope!

Easy, quick, bail!

Grab it if you can!

Absolute madness, you went mad over there!

Speak of the beast, fill its belly!

And if not, I will knock it myself on my own body!

Like the Seagull State?

Yes. The Fishing Traps!

Yes, the Conviction, now!

What are we going to eat?

We don't need them.

Okay. We will be home in two days.

Or we will be dead trying to protect it.

Gods, please, please help us.

Father.

Father, why have you abandoned us?

Odysseus is alive.

Who are you? Save your breath, child.

Do not fear me.

How have you appeared like that?

Is this some magician's trick, a phantasm?

Please do not vex me, spirit.

Athena hears your prayers, and you must hear my words.

Your father has not abandoned you.

And neither has the gods.

I am doing all that I can.

Never before have I seen a man fight for his home so boldly as your father does

in war.

He honors me.

And for that, I am doing all that I can.

Now, my child, I must ask the same of you.

You must protect your father's house.

at all costs, from within and from without.

You must be prepared to fight in war, yes.

But you must also be careful, watchful, and cunning.

This time, the boys have men.

I see Odysseus in you.

Perhaps it will be enough.

Yes.

Perhaps it will be enough.

Be vigilant, Telemachus.

You will know it when the moment comes.

And then you will strike.

For your mother.

For your father.

And for me.

A toast, then.

A toast to our health and in gratitude to my most gracious hosts.

Who, if I might speak freely, deserve a king who would protect

them at home and not seek glory elsewhere.

And I most certainly could be that king.

A kingdom so fine deserves a ruler who would never think to abandon it.

This is the king's house.

Odysseus's house, my father's house.

And where exactly is your father, Telemachus?

I don't see him.

All I see instead... is a home deserted, a kingdom undefended,

vulnerable, and of the king himself, some stories.

The poets are talking out on the street. Some say he's lost at sea.

Others, that he dallies with Cersei herself.

And I myself have heard nothing but stories of monsters and treasure

and violence. and such bloodshed.

Whatever stories you've heard, you should know this.

While my father is gone and in his absence, I am bound to

defend what is his.

Well, if it's a fight you're looking for, boy.

Honorable Antinous.

Strong words do harm to the digestion.

And violence is an ill guest in this house or any.

Please.

Of course, my lady.

Of course.

But I wouldn't need to be a guest if my queen... would take

this suitor to be her husband. I fear I cannot remarry.

What?

I cannot remarry until I finish this cloak I've been making for my son.

It is only custom and proper.

Parting gift.

My only flesh and blood.

Before my duties as queen.

To my new king, fill my days and my hands.

Indeed.

Far be it from me to rush propriety.

And I surely look forward to viewing the finished product.

I see move against Odysseus, Lord Poseidon.

Behavior from such a god seems small and petty.

This isn't petty. This is revenge for my son, for what Odysseus did to

my son.

Your son, Lord Poseidon, was harming and murdering innocents.

Perhaps he will think twice next time.

Enjoy your pet hero while you can, Athena, with your gifts.

Your meddling matters not.

Odysseus will not leave my ocean alive.

Ladies, how is she? She patched up yet?

She's looking pretty good.

Pretty good. A little bit more beeswax and we should be good to go.

Good. Good.

So, of course, for home, Alchius.

Yes, my king.

For home.

And for our reward.

Gold.

Yes. Yes, indeed, Plagueis. Indeed.

And just on that, by the way, I've been meaning to tell you, I mean, Dosh, but

this is... I'm watching you.

Dosh, go!

Sure. Just don't let him go.

No, there's not enough wind in our back.

Not enough men to fight.

Always a monster at our heels.

Damn my pride!

Athena!

Athena!

I'm asking for help!

Another gift, then?

I thought it.

Need weapon.

Ask, and it will be yours.

Friend in sight Sight that will be my second gift

To see what is right in front of you what is right in front of me what

what does that mean?

My ship you asked for a weapon and yet you steal one yes

Why didn't I see that before?

The ship is a weapon!

Sometimes you are so worried about what is ahead that you fail to see what is

directly in front of you.

Take heed, Odysseus. You will defeat the monsters that surround you.

Odysseus?

Odysseus is staring!

The spirit's right towards us.

Right towards the jaws of the beast. Not the jaws.

It's belly.

We're running through with the power.

It's simple, we are sure. Yes.

The ditty's not gonna work.

We've got to turn her around and we're done for.

It's not working.

We need momentum.

Come on, Telemachus.

You must be ready to fight.

Or we'll lose everything.

Come home, father.

Quickly.

The cloak you make for me is nearly finished.

And there are unwanted guests in your house.

About the cloak.

Alas, my son.

I fear there's still so much work to be done.

This cloak may take many days to finish.

You're undoing what you've done.

If only I could.

Mother, you've done nothing wrong. It's just... What?

Undoing the cloak every night.

Sometimes clever is better than good.

I just pray it buys us the time we need.

And if it doesn't, then I will be ready to fight.

No one is taking this kingdom from us.

No one.

And I will be ready to fight.

This is... This is... Church of the Swords is ahead.

Yes, Church of the Swords is in league.

It means we're getting close to land now.

Huh.

That's the first good thing I've heard all day.

Then we'll stay clear of those rumps.

And I have less than a day before... Yeah, before someone claims it was

rightfully yours.

I know my king. I know.

I have no king here.

There's only one king of the ocean, and I hold no favor with him now.

Odysseus, did you hear that?

Music? No.

No, not the songs.

Not the sirens. No.

No.

Vikings, no.

No. Protect yourself.

No.

Sirens. Not the sirens.

They called to me.

No.

Protect yourself, ladies.

They speak to me.

Cover your ears. Protect yourself.

They want me to get my reward.

Reward for good man.

They speak to me.

I hear the sound.

It's in my head. They speak to me.

Telemachus is the real problem here.

The woman?

I can handle.

But the boy?

Highly loyal dog with struggle obeying a new master.

And I wouldn't blame him.

But once this is all mine, he will still be a thorn in my side.

And his mother falling into line won't help.

No.

He's going to require a far stronger hand.

It's not a matter of if.

Simply put, the question becomes, do I take care of Telemachus now, or do I

take care of him later?

It's like my father used to say, only a fool leaves today's jaws until tomorrow.

Well, Antinous.

is no fool.

Neither will this loyal dog.

No.

And this loyal dog will be ready for you, Antinous.

Hyrule, walk.

Walk. Speak to me.

Odysseus, I need to get my rewards. What?

What are you doing? My rewards, my god.

They speak to me.

No, just pass the water and then we're home.

They speak to me.

We gotta

stay

clear of them.

We gotta stay away.

I'll tell you on the course.

So I want to hear the song this is

We're leaving.

We're getting out of here.

I want to hear their song.

I want to hear it. They know nothing but death.

They want to help us. They don't want to help us.

Think of your family.

No, no, no.

We've come this far.

We've come this far. They only know death.

They only know death.

So much wisdom.

Thanks You know what lies beneath I must hear this

beautiful song

They want

to help us get home Yes, they do They have wisdom

Yes, yes. They're a beautiful song.

I want to see it. Yes, yes.

They know nothing but death.

They have no reason.

They know nothing but death.

Think of home.

Home.

Home. Home. Home. Home.

Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home.

Home.

These flags.

They sing for me.

Odysseus!

Odysseus! Hear me, Odysseus!

You must not listen to them, Odysseus!

I can only hear their song.

Odysseus! No!

You can't hear me over their song.

Odysseus! You will die if you don't make it past these rocks.

And if you cannot hear me, I cannot help you.

I cannot help you.

Odysseus!

Odysseus, no!

We must steer away from the rocks.

We must steer away from them.

We must get to Ithaca.

They will give us a hero's welcome.

A king's welcome.

Down the sides.

The damn these seas, too.

Palaeus, please forgive me.

You have saved both of our lives.

It was an honor, my king.

But now our course is set.

You're almost home.

And that is your reward.

But mine, my king, my reward is treasure.

You must listen to me.

You don't understand.

No, no, no, I do understand.

You have a gift from the gods.

And Ithaca, now that is your reward. Now I am in pursuit of mine. You said your

words. What?

What do you mean?

Gifts for good men.

Did you not? Please, you do not understand. No, I do understand. It's

you that doesn't understand.

I saw Athena herself give it to you. No.

I saw her.

No, no. A gift from the gods, rewards.

No, it is not a gift.

Oh, it's not a gift. No, it's not.

I see clever Pilates, loyal Pilates, worthy of scars Pilates, but not worthy

of a gift from the gods as that is.

Please listen to me. Please listen to me. Exactly like Troy, is it?

Exactly like Troy.

I'm going to take what's owed to me.

No. No. No. For good men. Do not take that.

Bring it back. You do not understand.

No. I do understand.

Stop. Please.

Please. Please. My king, I'm only opening this because this is what's owed

to me.

No. Yes.

Please.

Fates are more generous than we thought.

Athena. Even the winds had mercy on you and brought you home.

They what?

They what?

Great Odysseus finally returned to the shores of Ithaca.

Ithaca.

To the walkers.

The melody.

To great Odysseus.

At the end of his ropes.

No.

Not yet. Not quite.

Look.

There, Your Majesty.

Your people are in panic.

Perhaps there is no more glory left for you here.

Penelope and Telemachus are doing all they can, but your city is being taken

by force.

My world burns, and the gods abandon me with my hands tied!

I can offer no more aid, and you know this.

By breathing wind into your sails, strategizing your boat as a weapon, and

giving you a bag of wind,

Your three gifts have been used.

But, Great Goddess, I never opened a bag of winds.

It was Belay's. Belay did open a bag of winds.

Not I.

A wrinkle.

Perhaps it is enough for the gods to allow me to aid you one last time on

your journey.

I have one boon, one gift left.

I just pray I don't have to use it.

Yes, but you cannot just go home, Odysseus.

Not anymore.

The people of Ithaca, they are a mob.

They run through the streets hungry for blood.

They would have yours.

You will not make it past them.

You will not even make it to your front door.

And if you did, the suitors would be waiting for you.

Then disguise.

With the skies to hide my face in my own kingdom, I shall dress as a wandering

beggar and learn how things stand.

What will you do, great Odysseus?

I will defend my home, my family.

I must stop this before it's too late. Or even if it's as you say, there's no

glory left for either of us.

Finish the game, Odysseus, and finish it well.

For not all gods have repented you.

And Poseidon still thirsts for revenge.

We must do something, Mother.

No. I will not let them kill you.

We must get control of the city.

We will wait until your father returns.

Rioting!

Looting and violence, and you want to wait for Odysseus to return?

Do you still think you'll have a kingdom by then?

Without a king, my queen, the city succumbs to its more primal

urges.

I will take your hand and the crown with it, and all will be well

when King Antinous reigns.

It is time, my lord.

Time enough indeed for the final challenge.

No more games, loyal widow.

Being king is no game, and only the worthy wear our crown and complete this

final task.

Only our king can fire an arrow through those ox plates.

And only our king has done it.

So are you our king, Antinous?

Or does Odysseus, even in his absence, carry the crown?

You're not worthy of such a great feat. I challenge you for my father's kingdom.

Snake in the grass!

Stay in your place, pup!

Telemachus!

But if I must, I will teach you to keep your place!

The crown will never be yours.

A snake in the grass!

Interloper! Villain!

Yes, I am.

And much worse.

Begging your apologies.

I was merely returning the young man his sword.

I would like to ask the young lady...

If I may compete.

Another suitor?

With the queen's permission, of course.

We need no more suitors. I will. The courtesy of my husband's house is much

diminished as of late.

You may compete.

And I pray you might restore what has been lost.

Only Odysseus can put an arrow through those axe blades.

So, let's see how good you are.

He can't even keep the arrow straight, my queen.

Best keep your eye on the target, old man.

So only Odysseus himself can make this shot.

And I must be a destiny.

But the destiny is dead.

No. Father.

You have overstayed your welcome in my house too long. You

can leave on your own accord.

Never. This kingdom is mine.

Or you can go another way.

is too good for you.

Watch your tongue!

Or we will take it from you.

What did he say to you, son?

Tell me.

Tell me quickly. What were his final words to you? I don't understand.

Tell him, Marcus.

What were his final words?

He said, third gift.

Is that gift?

And then... And then nothing more.

So clever.

The king of Ithaca.

Clever to his last.

Goddess Athena.

My love, please. You have suffered enough these past many days.

But the game is over.

Odysseus wins.

What do you mean?

He didn't win. He's dead. He's gone. Do not.

Be troubled, son of Odysseus. Once again, your father's glory honors me.

With his final breath, your husband requested his last wish.

May I grant it?

Yes.

Yes, please.

Clever. is indeed greater than good.

Father! He's alive!

Goddess Athena, thank you!

It was your husband who outsmarted death.

I am glad to see you all reunited.

My son.

Oh, my son.

That was God.

The goddess.

Athena has granted me my third wish.

And my father more clever than the gods themselves.

The river seeks.

I can wait.

Act a moment longer.

You took your time, old man.

The wind.

The wind was against me.

I have heard such stories.

You seem as if from a dream.

Are you really here?

Are the gods still playing games?

I have not the strength for this, what we long.

Ithaca, why have you returned to this place?

I had but one goal.

One destination.

No, Ithaca.

Not this house.

Not the crown was my gold.

A carol of the sea.

or the skies.

I sought no monsters, nor gods.

I only sought you.

Only you.

You.

You were the safe harbor I fought so desperately to give home

to.

And home you will stay.

Yes, I will.

Home.

The only journey worth the fight.