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Something
was
not
right
,
and
she
suddenly
felt
anxious
.
The
boy
continued
to
run
along
the
road
.
Soon
soldiers
appeared
over
the
hill
.
But
they
were
not
the
Roman
soldiers
he
expected
to
see
.
He
slowed
down
,
then
stopped
,
confused
.
Twenty
royal
guards
were
riding
down
the
road
,
and
his
father
was
not
among
them
.
He
searched
their
faces
again
,
looking
for
his
father
,
hoping
.
Behind
him
his
mother
started
shouting
out
his
name
.
The
horses
suddenly
came
faster
,
riding
over
the
small
boy
and
crashing
him
into
the
dirt
of
the
road
.
Then
they
rode
straight
toward
his
screaming
mother
.
*
*
*
At
the
hills
turned
pink
and
gold
with
the
sunset
,
a
rider
raced
for
his
life
killing
the
horse
under
him
.
His
shoulder
was
bleeding
badly
.
He
came
to
the
top
of
a
long
,
low
hill
and
stopped
.
There
was
a
line
of
thick
,
black
smoke
in
the
distance
and
he
tried
to
see
where
it
was
coming
from
.
With
a
cry
of
pain
he
forced
the
horse
forward
,
racing
down
the
far
side
of
the
hill
.
Would
he
arrive
in
time
?
Maximus
’
s
worst
dream
did
not
equal
the
sight
in
front
of
him
.
His
family
home
and
farm
were
burning
,
completely
destroyed
.
The
wheat
and
the
apple
trees
were
burnt
black
,
and
smoke
still
curved
upward
from
the
last
stones
of
his
house
.
Two
pink
stone
chimneys
were
left
standing
-
nothing
else
.
He
stopped
the
horse
violently
.
It
fell
over
onto
its
side
and
Maximus
was
thrown
off
.
His
stomach
was
sick
with
fear
.
He
knew
now
what
he
would
find
.
He
stopped
before
the
field
of
vegetables
,
looked
up
,
and
forced
himself
to
breathe
.
There
,
hanging
on
ropes
,
were
the
burnt
bodies
of
his
wife
and
son
.
There
was
almost
nothing
left
of
them
.
He
reached
up
with
both
hands
to
touch
his
wife
’
s
feet
.
A
terrible
scream
came
from
him
,
and
he
sank
to
the
earth
.
His
world
was
now
dead
.
*
*
*
