The Parthians had rolled over everything in the land. All that had remained .. Menander’s small band of opposition. And then this Parthian general had arrived. In force. Battered down everything in his way. A charging rhino .. everything in his path smashed. Massively out-numbered. Prospects looked hopeless.
Maciste’s skill in harassing the enemy had kept them at bay. Ambushing. Waylaying the enemy. Turning a better knowledge of the country against the foreign troops. But the resistance hung by a thread. And success had brought its costs. The population was made to pay. Reprisals. Cruel. The innocent bore the costs.
Menander guessed what Maciste had done. Menander had been losing hope. Maciste had surrendered himself to stop Menander from handing himself in. Maciste had passed himself off as the enemy prince. Offered “Menander’s” capture for the hostages’ freedom. He couldn’t let that be. This was HIS fight, Menander’s country. He’d go and rescue Maciste.
Stupidly he’d got himself caught. A double case of mistaken identity. The Parthians thought they had snatched some dumb-arse peasant snooping around to steal food. They were convinced they already had their rebel prince .. in the muscular form of Maciste.
And they wasted no time in taking the advantage .. using the stupid peasant they’d caught thieving .. forcing Maciste to cooperate. The real prince would have lost his head to a Parthian sword if Maciste hadn’t capitulated.
What a mess he’d landed them in. Both were captives. Both getting dragged back to the enemy emperor. Maciste to be executed as the prince. And the true prince sold off as a slave. A real cock-up. It really did look like the fight-back was over.