Straton stared at Alexander for a moment then stepped forward, swept Alexander up, tucked him under his arm and trotted off back towards the ridge where the others were congregating. Alexander bumped along, too drained and stunned to struggle. The fight had completely left him and he couldn’t understand what had happened. Had he seen all of the bodies or had he looked at one of them twice by mistake? He thought back through the time when he saw his father killed and he was sure he had gone to the right spot. Hadn’t he? He had too many questions and not enough answers.

They soon arrived back at the ridge where Nicanos and Methiodos had assembled all the other bodies and had started to transfer them back up the hill. The men looked exhausted. 

“Sir, look,”  said one of t...

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