Attila Page #9

They've weakened their center.

Bring up the reserves.

Reserves to the front!

We'll never hold.

Forgive me. I should have stayed.

- I commanded. The blame is mine.

- You can still escape.

No.

I gave the only thing I love

to save Rome.

Now I've lost Rome, too.

I'll die here.

But I give you one last order.

- Kill Theodoric.

- Yes, General.

All legions...

to the front.

The King is dead!

Charge!

(Yells)

Sire, we must retreat!

No.

We're pressed on all sides!

All to us, here, now!

Valorus, you were magnificent.

The Visigoths assumed

the arrow came from the Huns,

took revenge,

and won the day for us.

Never let it be said

that God is without humor.

God has more humor than you think.

The Visigoths are leaving camp.

(Aetius )

Your father never would have left.

My father is dead

and I must look to my crown.

My brothers will start plotting.

- What difference can a day make?

- Enough, if spent fighting.

I'd lose good men,

needed against my brothers.

After the battle, I'll join you

against your brothers.

I won't owe my throne to a Roman.

I leave in the morning.

The decision is final.

The Romans have taken up

a defensive position.

- And the Visigoths?

- Gone.

Perhaps they mourn Theodoric or

they've quarreled with the Romans.

In any event, we face Aetius only.

He can't attack alone.

Nor are we strong enough

to attack him.

Then we can withdraw in good order

and return in the spring.

So it seems.

In that case, Your Majesty, may I

take the liberty of offering a gift?

A gift?

This morning I sent men to

the place where the sword broke.

They found these fragments.

There are smiths in Scythia who can

reforge this as strongly as ever,

if you will allow it.

- I will allow it.

- You see, Majesty,

your destiny has not ended,

it merely makes a new beginning.

Aetius, your wisdom and valor

have once again saved Rome

from the greatest peril.

Accept this laurel

from your grateful nation

and from your emperor.

(Clapping and chanting)

Orestes, we're retiring.

See that the guests

have everything they need.

Yes, Your Majesty.

And may I offer you

my heartfelt congratulations?

You're a loyal servant, Orestes,

and one of the few men

I've ever counted as a friend.

Come, N'Kara.

It's time.

In my country, we have a custom.

The bride and groom have one last

toast before the wedding bed.

Is it permitted?

Of course.

(Choking)

Attila?

(Groaning)

(Panting)

N'Kara...

Great King?

Great King?

Your Majesty?

Dead.

(Laughing)

(All wailing)

You wish to see me, Majesty?

Yes. We're celebrating

the death of Attila.

Naturally,

we wished you to be present.

I'm flattered.

Is there any chance,

I wonder, of finding his grave?

It's doubtful, sire.

The slaves who buried him will have

been killed to keep it secret.

It's an old Hun custom.

It's a pity. I had hopes of

displaying his head in the Forum.

No doubt, that explains the custom.

At any rate, it appears

that your work is finished.

You were set free

to deal with Attila,

and you've dealt with him.

You said, "Anything that isn't

necessary must be dispensed with."

And with Attila gone...

you're no longer necessary.

(Narrator) 'With Attila dead,

there was no one capable of uniting

'the various nations

outside Rome's borders.

'With Aetius dead, there was

no one capable of protecting Rome.

'Within a generation,

the Western Empire fell,

'and the centuries of chaos

known as the Dark Ages

'descended on the Western world.'

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