Chapter five
Hephaistion was huddled in the corner his shoulder pressed against the hard wall; the straw on the floor prickled his skin.
Around his neck was an iron collar that was fastened by a short chin to the wall, his hand and feet were numb from being tied tightly together behind his back.
He was tied the guard had double the number of time they come to throw the freezing cold water on him.
Was it day or night? Will I stay alive? Will Alexander find me? These thoughts went round and round in his mind.
He was bleeding anally and was hot and cold at the same time, tiny beads of sweat glistered on his forehead and he shivered uncontrollable.
Tears ran out from behind the blindfolded and ran down the dirt on his face, as he remember how they stuffed his mouth with their finger to keep him quiet then afterwards they patted his bare buttocks and told him "That was nice."
Also he remembered something sharp and cold being slid across his abdomen and the feel of his own blood underneath him.
Then General got angry started calling something in Persian. Strong hands held him down and bucket loads of water were thrown over him to keep him awake, they gagged him when his cries got too much.
That's all he remembered after that he didn't know wither he blacked out or went in deep into his own world because when he came around he was bound, blindfolded, gagged and chained with a dull throb in his abdomen.
The sudden shock of the cold water made him gasp and he heard the evil laugher as once more the door was locked
He sat shriving as bowed his head and prayed for a miracle.
Once Ptolemy and Cassander joined him and the scout had returned with there report that there was an enemy camp at the end of the tracks Alexander and his company set off in that direction.
They stopped a few meters away from the enemy base. Alexander creped forward to study the camp, There was only a few buildings, tents and guards it could easily by taken in their small numbers.
In his mind Alexander planed the attacked. He was joined by Cassander
"What do we do?" asked Cassander
"We attack at night." Alexander replied
Later that night Alexander set a small band of men to deal with the guards posted outside the camp, he had said no prisoners and no mercy for what they did to Hephaistion and his men.
He saw the signal that the scout had given and he and the others set off at full gallop towards the camp.
The foot soldiers were no match for the mounted horses and their riders.
After a couple of hours only one Persian remained.
Alexander had seen the Persian General trying to crawl away and hide, so he had jumped off Buccephalas and pinned the him down with his sword.
The Persian had begged for his life saying that if Alexander let him live he would show him where Hephaistion was; naturally Alexander agreed he got the doctor to bind his leg wounds so that he could walk.
Alexander held the Persian by the scuff of the neck and held a dagger in to the base of his spin as he took him to a building that was untouched by his men. The Persian's hand shook as he unlocked the door as was forced inside.
"He is this way," he told them as they went though another door and were now stood in front of another lock door.
The Persian opened it; Alexander hesitated before handing the Persian over to Ptolemy and stepping in to the dark room.