“Coming to get ya ……”
Parthian cretins outside. Come for amusement after the day’s duties were done. All Maciste needed to do .. get to their general .. Prince Menander surrendering to Tiradates. Those moron soldiers wouldn’t understand. After all, this surrender was ending the war. Thanks to him they could go home. Supposedly with the prince they had been sent to hunt down. They’d be feted, celebrated. At least until Maciste proved them wrong.
“Still in there, turd-face?”
The hammering on the roof of this pig-sty had brought Maciste back out of his drowsiness.
“Comin’ to get your fucking arse. Pig-shit!”
Maciste had been dreaming away to himself. Thinking of his prince .. how in this mood Menander would have surrendered. No one needed to say it .. what the women would be used for at the camp. These soldiers had been long in the field. They wouldn’t be using the women to cook and clean.
“You listening, pig-shit?”
It was stinking hot in the sty, Maciste was doused with his sweat. He’d stopped trying to mop up the streams of sweat running off his hair. The hammering on the tin roof jarred in Maciste’s ears. Summoning him to his fate.
“Coming to get ya …..”
Threatening mockery penetrated the stinking air. They were here for their bit of fun.