Maciste froze. Had he remembered right? Or was that another demon of the night with which he had tormented himself? Did he remember right that Tiradates had released the women and children into the night? Sending them out into the forest as night was falling?
Could anything human have done that? Sending terrified children out into the jungle? Their sobs and cries resounding through the dark. Luring in the predators. Helpless women .. petrified kids .. easy prey.
Terrified, the women would know what waited for them out in the night. Wild animals prowling. Sending them out to be hunted down? Had he done that? That Tiradates? Could he be such a monster?
Had that been the wailing he’d heard? Women knowing their fate? Following a night of celebration for the troops .. the women earning their freedom on their backs .. repeatedly, savagely. Parthian soldiers making the most of this last chance.
And then denied their patience. Robbed of the promised reward. Sent out into the night? To a certain death? To a monstrous death. Maciste had secured their release. But Tiradates had ensured their death.
And he’d come to gloat. Lord it over a Maciste tortured on the Stone .. out of his mind with weakness. Mock Maciste with his failure. With the total futility of his mission.
Nothing could have galvanised Maciste more. Nothing better could have put the fire of hatred back in his veins. Fired up his resolve.
Tortured out of his skin. Barely able to move. Now. But he swore, the time would come. That was a huge mistake. Tiradates had miscalculated. Maciste was not done with this evil general yet.