Maciste knew how he looked. Dishevelled, dirty, clothes stained with mud. With no irony he insisted firmly.
“The general will want to see me ..”
Maciste looked up at the top of the wall and stood his ground. Persisting.
“Piss off outta here, cretin …”
The soldiers sneered back .. some unkempt peasant demanding their general. He barely talked to THEM. Not gonna waste time with some goat-shagger begging for food.
“Piss off home and get back shovelling shit …”
When the idiot still looked back up at them, the tone became more threatening.
“You want we come out there and make you ….?”
He had arrows directed at this chest .. and still he would not take No for an answer. Big built, muscular – and nothing between the ears.
“You’ll get nothing to eat out of us …,” the soldier snarled. “Now piss off.”
Was this arsehole stupid ….!
“Take me to your general,” the prick repeated. More firmly this time.
Maciste was talking to uncouth enemy soldiers. When they knew who he was, their general would make them regret it.
“Ya deaf, shit-face? PISS OFF!”
A rough-looking soldier snarled from the top of the fence.
“I come out there … you’ll feel the wrong end of my spear …”
Over the palisade he made an obscene gesture at Maciste .. Bumping with his hips. The others sniggered.
Maciste had come to give himself up to a general. He was wasting his time talking to soldier scum. “I am … .” He never finished.
“I know the-fuck what you are.” Another soldier gave Maciste the finger. He had his spear poised. It’d take the pisshead straight through the chest.
“Yeah – I remember you. I had your mother, ugly bitch. Call me dad. Son.”
The others up on the palisade laughed.