The old woman unlocked her shackles and nodded.  "You are right girl.  There is little chance you could escape to a place of safety.  The Empire is massive and growing more so every day."  The old woman removed the shackles and set them aside.<br/><br/>"Well girl, get in the tub to get washed up.  If I have to force you, you won't like it.  I can help you comb the matts out of your hair as well."<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Tiberius sat in his tent deliberating what to do with the contrary slave.  She would have to be broken, or she would be no use to anyone.  He could not just let her go.  She would definitely join up with the resistance and simply start killing his troops.  He did not wish to kill her in cold blood.  As it was, he decided that he would have take her on himself.  It was a risk.  He could not allow himself to be disrespected.  Still, it was either that or to simple execute her.  He was tired of death.