A new story starts …….
He did it for the money. It was what he did. A mercenary soldier. He needed to live. Soon his success in leading skirmishes against the enemy .. they brought him to the prince’s attention. Ambushing the Parthians .. striking hard, deadly hard. Then leaving the enemy reeling .. evaporating into the hills. With diminishing numbers of men, the prince realised it was the way they would have to fight.
In time he was doing it for love .. money had run out. By then he had espoused the prince’s cause. He had been a prince himself. Robbed of his inheritance, no chance of winning it back. He felt for this young man. Besides, they’d become close.
The enemy had flooded the land. Determined to wipe out the last resistance. The Parthians had their dwindling forces on the run. But Maciste couldn’t desert. He wouldn’t pack up and run. He’d become a replacement for the big brother the prince had cruelly lost.
Neither Maciste nor the prince were fools. Their cause looked dire. The enemy were up to every trick. How long they could last out? That was in the lap of the gods.
The reference to Maciste losing his own throne reverts back to two earlier stories. Found on rendsz’ world active:
Labours of Maciste