“OK, arsehole. Listen up.”
The general had left. Maciste was already running with sweat from the heat underneath him. He could see he’d get light-headed from not taking in enough air .. breathing in light gasps in the top of his chest.
The sergeant had come right up to the side of the rock. He had one knee on Maciste’s belly .. to stop his leg from getting burned .. he was looming right over Maciste.
“Got us some work to do. Breaking camp. Going back home .. thanks to you ….”
He chortled. But then stared sternly into Maciste’s face.
“And I don’t need some arsehole giving me shit. Got it?”
His finger jabbed patronisingly at Maciste’s chest.
“So you just lie here .. get some rest. Keep your fucking gob shut. Got it, arsehole?”
Get some rest? Already muscles in Maciste’s arm were starting to cramp up. There were pins-and-needles jittering in his fingers.
“You behave your fucking self .. maybe I’ll send some whore over with some chow.”
Maciste rankled at seeing the smug prick smirk.
“Behave extra good .. and maybe I’ll let her show you her tits.”
Maciste was dealing with scum. These Parthians had no culture, no refinement. Worse than most soldiers. Pigs. But still it was these pigs that had him heating up over this hot grill-stone.