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Maximus
dug
one
deep
hole
in
the
black
earth
on
the
hillside
for
his
wife
and
son
.
He
pushed
the
earth
back
over
their
broken
,
burnt
bodies
and
cried
.
He
looked
down
toward
the
ruin
of
the
house
he
had
built
,
to
the
dead
apple
trees
.
He
spoke
to
his
loved
ones
through
his
tears
.
"
Lie
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
,
my
loves
,
and
wait
for
me
there
.
.
.
"
He
fell
onto
the
earth
beside
them
.
*
*
*
They
came
because
they
had
smelled
the
smoke
in
the
air
.
Fire
meant
there
was
something
to
be
found
and
taken
.
These
were
Spanish
thieves
,
and
their
chief
was
a
big
mountain
man
with
a
black
beard
.
They
found
the
man
lying
dead
on
the
black
earth
.
Hands
touched
his
shoes
-
expensive
,
leather
shoes
.
Other
hands
moved
over
his
soldiers
clothes
-
fine
,
dark
red
cloth
.
Suddenly
,
the
dead
man
moved
.
The
hands
on
his
body
stopped
.
Something
was
said
in
a
strange
language
.
Everyone
waited
.
The
big
man
on
the
ground
did
not
move
again
.
The
chief
made
a
sign
to
his
men
,
and
the
hands
roughly
took
hold
of
Maximus
and
pulled
him
away
.
Days
and
nights
passed
,
and
for
Maximus
it
was
like
a
never
-
ending
feverish
dream
.
Terrible
pictures
crossed
his
mind
as
he
lay
close
to
death
in
the
open
carriage
they
had
thrown
him
into
.
He
dreamed
of
wild
animals
,
close
to
his
face
.
.
.
then
he
was
on
a
ship
,
traveling
across
water
.
A
large
African
man
smiled
down
at
him
.
.
.
he
saw
views
of
the
desert
.
.
.
far
-
away
mountains
.
.
.
heard
shouts
in
a
strange
language
.
It
was
hot
,
too
hot
to
breathe
.
.
.
