Marta cackled, but not meanly.  "You'll have a tough road of it then dear girl."  She started shuffling toward the racks of clothing.  "Now we need to clean you up and find you a nice outfit to wear.  Your tired, dirty and your cloths are blood stained.  Surely you can't wish to stay that way?<br/><br/>She took out a sturdy, but pretty blue dress with a white apron.  "How about this then?  Surely looking presentable isn't the same as giving in.  I don't expect you will, but you might as let me help you get cleaned up.  I even have the authority to take your chains off, but if you run they will brand you for it, on your forehead.  You have such a pretty face, so it would be a shame."<br/><br/>She came over and showed the girl the key around her neck, on a chain.  "What do you say then dear?  Would you like to be clean, or will you stay as you are?"<br/><br/>Marta knew that the girl wasn't leaving her tent without getting cleaned up.  If she had to she would clean the girl forcible, as was her duty, but she found it more pleasant when her subjects cleaned themselves up and let her shave their faces and trim their hair.  She might be old, but she was stronger than she looked.