Troy2004

[The Trojans just sailed from Sparta back to Troy, Hector is carving a lion in a small piece of wood, Paris gets closer]

Paris:
It's a beautiful morning. Poseidon has blessed our voyage.

Hector:
Sometimes the gods bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon.

Paris:
Do you love me, brother? Would you protect me from any enemy?

Hector:
[stops his carving and looks at Paris] The last time you spoke to me like this, you were ten years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?

Paris:
I must show you something.