The steady breathing of the 300 at his back .Ready to die for him ,without a moment’s pause.every one of them ready to die.His hetmet is stilling.His shield is heavy ……“You there .Ephialtes!May you live forever.”“ Leonidas ,your spear.”……And he must see far.His shield was heavy it throw his off .And his target is far away .The old ones say we Spartans have descended from Hercutes.Bold Leonidas gives testanment to our bloodine.His roat is long and loud ……“My king.It’s an honor to die at you side.”“It’s an honor to have lived at yours.”“My queen .My wife .My love.”