Masina prodded Mohini with the toe of her boot as she listened.<strong>"Little milkmaid, do as your told or I will put you on a leash and keep you at my feet until you learn how to follow direction. If you will not use your hands perhaps you lose the use of them, as you have lost the use of your mouth."</strong><br/><br/>Her attention turned to Anastasius she said,<strong>"I've got things to go see to, but I won't have a disobedient slave. She's to be pinching her breasts when she hasn't got another task for her hands, yet look at her hands! Do they obey?" </strong>Masina takes a slug of her wineskin.<strong> "And she's not to speak as much as a whisper till sunset for she rose her voice."</strong><br/><br/>Another slug of wine goes down.<strong>"Do you want to handle her, or do you need me to take her with me while I try and secure this hell hole?"</strong><br/><br/>After her rant Masina stared at the other slave. Just a day ago as fierce a warrior as any Masina had known, now docile and having visions. She had the sense that the woman wasn't broken, just different. Faking perhaps, luring the gullible men, maybe. She would be watching that one.<br/><br/>