Adventure Story Page #11

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-It's 1,000 miles!

-All right, Perdiccas.

Yes, sir.

Mother, you must go back to your world.

I must go on.

Give me your blessing.

Bless you, my son.

Hephaestion!

-I have some new orders for you.

-Yes, sir?

Oh, don't call me "sir." You know how

it annoys me coming from you.

Now, I've noticed that the men have

accumulated far too much baggage.

Yes, the under officers have already

been told about it but they say...

But they say that

if Alexander has twenty cartloads,

why shouldn't they have one?

-Yes.

-Yes, well, I'll tell you what we'll do.

You and I will go outside now

and build a bonfire.

An enormous bonfire! Like the ones

we used to make as boys, remember?

As well as you do.

Then we'll take these 20 cartloads

and we'll put it on to it, one by one.

And, last of all, we'll put this tent.

This tent?

Yes, it should make a marvellous

bonfire, don't you agree?

Yes.

And, on top of it all,

I shall put this throne.

Yes, I should like to see that throne

on a bonfire.

-But would it burn, do you think?

-I pray to God it will.

So do I, Hephaestion. So do I.

But it didn't burn.

There's no way of burning

a conquered throne.

Hephaestion, where are you?

You were at my side

as we sailed down the Indus,

crowned with the laurels of victory.

Hephaestion? Hephaestion?

But Hephaestion is dead, sir.

He died of a fever.

Was it a fever?

Or was it a broken heart?

Alexander, will you tell us who is

to succeed you on the throne of Asia?

Who is to be Master of the World?

"Who is to be Master of the World?"

Who shall I condemn to death?

His lips moved again

but I heard nothing.

Will you repeat that, sir?

No one.

Let them fight it out for themselves.

Goodbye then.

The adventure is over

and the adventurer

would like to go to sleep.

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