Imprisoned in the quarries of Syracuse, thousands of defeated Athenians hang on by the thinnest of threads.Theyre fading in the baking heat, but not everything is lost: they can still recite lines from Greek tragedy when tempted by Lampo and Gelon with goatskins of wine and scraps of food.And so an idea is born. Because, after all, you can hate the invaders but still love their poetry.Its audacious. It might even be dangerous. But like all the best things in life love, friendship, art itself it will reveal the very worst, and the very best, of what humans are capable of.What could possibly go wrong?