Act 1 Scene 1.part Three

Languishing in the broken troth, maximus dropped his spears,bows,matchetes,guns and cannons,as some birds lowered from the sky to peck at dead bones and gobsmacked by broken hearts fell into deep sleep as if hit by alien arrows of the marauders.Like thin vipers, perspiration visage stung dripped down from his rancid oozes and gored face,hurled in blurred colour of vicious teeth,panting without halt into deep sleep.Iron grit ,pounded blood under ferocious shot by a stray crossbow bolt of guilt in the whirl winds of  vendetta and cascade muster him to the canvas.

Woken up in the nocturnal expedition the river bank was quiet and carcasses littered the meadow."What a great shoal of triumph? Could this have been bees reprisal again? Tumulus broken up with me and how shall I avenge this bloods on my head?"

The last vestige of resting men at arms a dozen blokes had stayed behind in the trending breeze at the river bank.

"Oh my gosh maximus still live.

Wow Maxy Maxy"the young lad Infront gobsmacked."And where is Tumulus?"

"But Sullivan's travels had taken the kingdom.No empire whatsoever none whatsoever."middle aged dapper stood to hug him and mock obstinately and looked pitifully into his eyes"The wizards of Abesi with lost charm what are you gonna do about the new prince?He's the true wizards at abesi's."

"The birth of the golden prince!"another quipped 

Meanwhile the escapade of Tumulus hunkering had reached the Sullivan 's hut to inform he the treachery against his life .Yet dismayed as he bade to exit not to applause of him as eavesdropper of goodwill,but sulks of derision and jeers and spittle of the Sullivan's traveling battalion and he could feel the jeers encapsulated in the forearmed hints by Maximus."To be forewarned is to forearmed . Maximus was right after all.Who take care of my bazaars in this dingy cloud."

Three colonies of dread hustles for the most ideal