"No..." Mariska replies.  "I'm not afraid of dying."  That musch is true; she'd made peace with the idea of it long before she'd set out on her first adventure.  "He could not kill me so easily now."  She reaches up and wipes tears away with the back of her hand.  "I am afraid he would enslave me...lock me in a cage so that I would never again see the light of day."<br/><br/>Just speaking those words seems to amplify the fear written on Mariska's fair face.