"Why is she chained up?"  He asked.  The answer was simple.  Everyone was afraid of her.  This offered a dilemma.  She was pretty enough, despite being dirty and bloody.  Still, she wouldn't do for a pleasure slave.  She was more likely to kill a client than pleasure him.  After thinking for a moment he spoke.<br/><br/>"Give her to Old Marta to clean up will I consider her fate."  Soon the soldiers were leading her away, still in chains, toward a waiting tent.  As they neared the tent and an ugly old woman stepped out, wearing a slave collar.  She looked the girl up and down and then told the soldiers to take her into the tent.  They did, leaving her staked to the ground in the center of the tent.<br/><br/>Inside the tent was a wash tub, a table with clippers and scissors and racks of clothing.<br/><br/>Old Marta stepped into the tent and closed the flap.<br/><br/>"Well then my dear, who are you, eh?"