“Move it, dog”.
Maciste did not hear the words. First thing he knew his body felt hit by a barrage of rocks. Pulverising his flesh. But he had no strength to move, just lay there exhausted. Surprised to feel anything, only moments before he could have thought himself dead. No strength, not a muscle could flinch.
“Here, get this down you …”
Something kicked him in the leg. Maciste cried out surprised. Reacting too slow.
But nothing would move.
“Sit the shit-face up. Make sure he gets that down him ….”
The sergeant ordered the pair of guards.
“The bastard’s got work to do.”
He gave Maciste another kick.
“Gotta build your strength up, slave.”
Maciste hadn’t heard the hammering earlier. He hadn’t been aware of guards smashing the stakes out of the earth and releasing the manacles from his limbs. Only coming to with a shout when they’d shoved him roughly off the stone and he’d landed with a cry on the earth. He was in a very sorry state.