Well, the fucker never ceased to surprise! Still fighting back. Still holding his guards at bay. A useful warning, that attack. A cautionary tale, Tiradates thought to himself. . Warning never let up on the arsehole. Keep on squeezing his nuts. Or the prick’s likely to blow a valve.
Menander beaten up .. watched by the woman. There was mileage in that? Tiradates hadn’t decided what he’d do with the hostages. The women had served their purpose, luring this prick-of-a-prince into the trap.
After what this woman had seen .. what she had learned .. their precious prince captured and beaten up .. probably best let the word out? Let ‘em all go. Release these gabbling eye-witnesses .. spreading the news .. spoken from the horse’s mouth. Distressed women who had seen their lion-hearted prince beaten up and abused. Couldn’t do any harm …..
Probably best to release them, let them go home, let them tell the tale. Spread the word. Their golden-boy hauled away in a slave-collar. Let people know, the fight was over. No hope, the conquerors weren’t going away. Taken their prince away. In chains. A slave of the empire.
Only thing left .. wait for the news. The end of their golden-boy prince. Executed. Hoisted up on the cross. Screaming as victorious Parthian nails tore his stubborn spirit to shreds.