Roxana rode in a wagon with stolen jewels, sitting on rolled up carpets from the walls. Here were two chests with gold jewels and stones, a large pile of fine, beautiful fabrics, and much more. Roxana felt like a trophy from the minute Dagor had shoved her into this wagon yesterday, securing an iron chain on the ankle and the wall of the wagon. Just before departure, they brought her food.

From fatigue and uniform driving her overcame a dream. Waking up in the morning, the girl, as she could, combed her fingers and braided her hair, put the dress in order, and reached for the curtain.

The view was opened not the most interesting: the road, running out from under the cart, dust, and the horse harnessed to the next cart.

Around were shackled, dirty and ragged people. In some, Roxanne recognized the workers from the palace, the rest resembled citizens and peasants. Men and women mixed up, women dragged on hands of children. They were all covered in mud, grazes, and exhausted.

Dagor flew past on a fast raven horse, without even turning his head in her direction. Roxana closed the curtain.

No, this is the village girls drowning slowly, losing honor. She will take the enemy with her. If you then quickly commit suicide fail, endure punishment with honor, knowing that it is revenged.

I wonder if he will still encroach on her body, or will she try to sell it to someone? Better hurry. If she had access to the trunk in her room, pouring powder into wine or food is not difficult, it is quite within the power of a woman. For sure there is at least some healer or doctor here, but if she tries to get poison, it will immediately become clear to whom it is intended.

Time for sure is, it is expensive, he will not give to anyone. So it remains to wait for the case.

Around noon, the caravan stopped. By the time the elderly woman brought a bowl of soup and a piece of bread, Roxana was terribly hungry. But a simple stew in a clay bowl with a pinned edge? Who do they keep her for?

“I will not eat it,” she turned away, trying not to inhale the aroma of chowder and fresh bread.

- It is ordered to feed you with this, - the woman put the bowl on the chest.

- By whom? - Dagor continues to humiliate her?

- Delilo, who is looking for slaves.

A hot wave hit Roxana's head:

- What are you talking about, old woman? I am not a slave! - the girl kicked the bowl out of the wagon. He dared to pass it on to some slave overseer!

The woman shook her head reproachfully.

- Not everyone will get food today, and you scatter it.

- I do not care what others will get. Go away and do not show up again.

The woman climbed out of the wagon. Pulling the curtain behind her, Roxanne saw how a thin, grimy child picked up bread from the ground, glanced roundly, and ran away.

Soon the caravan again set off, and stopped at dusk. Roxana's legs got numb, she kneaded and rubbed them. From boredom, and in order to escape from obsessive hunger, she opened one of the chests, and went through the gold jewelry.

During this occupation, they found two warriors. Roxanne rose, head thrown up.

One remained at the entrance, the second uncoupled the chain from the girl’s leg, and pushed it out.

“Get your hands off,” she shrugged. Went, of course, you can not afford to drag her in front of everyone. So today Dagor will die, and so will she. Roxana got out of the carriage very pale and resolute.

Roxanne was indeed led to the circle formed by the tent of Dagor and the tents of his friends and close associates. But left by the fires between them.

On one fire in a large cauldron gurgling soup. The second and third have already been turned down, large pieces of meat and flat cakes were fried on the coals, the wine was heated. Women were bustling around, cooking all this, laying out in bowls, carried off to the main tent.

They were mostly young girls.They laughed and joked merrily, despite the fact that there were slave collars around their necks. Thin, rather symbolic, but Roxana would prefer to chop off her head to remove it.

They were commanded by a woman of a more respectable age, and a very strict form. Sometimes she tried to give some of them a smack or rush the towels with a slap, but she wasn't very upset when the victim dodged with laughter and ran on.

She called Roxana to her:

- Your business is to heat the wine, add spices to it, and distribute to guests. Clean out the cups and the jug now. ”She nodded at the dish at the side. Roxana lifted her head:

- You confused me with the kitchen girl.

To her surprise, the woman nodded quite calmly:

“I thought you would balk.”

At her sign, Roxanne was pushed into the tent of Dagor. On the floor lay a carpet, several hides were thrown in a corner, apparently, instead of a bed. Very few things, but the whole wall is hung with weapons.

He sat at a small table, and wrote something on the thinnest paper intended for pigeon mail. Roxanne stared at him: this savage can write ?!

Dagor raised his head, looked at the girl. Having met his eyes, she clenched her fists, remembering the previous meeting.

- Wait, I'm busy.

- I can and leave.

He did not pay attention, finished the letter, and walked past Roxanne to the exit. Giving someone a letter, he returned:

- So, you have not yet learned how to behave.

Roxana tried not to think about what he had done before. He does not intimidate her.

- Undress.

She choked with indignation:

“Only a savage like you can think that I will undress by his first order!”

Dagor smiled badly.

- I still undress you, just tear the dress. If you are satisfied with walking the whole evening in ragged - please. And you will be bold - in general you will walk naked. I like it even more.

The girl gave him a scornful, angry look, but the phrase "you dare not dare" remained unspoken. Dagor shrugged.

- As you want.

Took the cloth on her shoulder. Roxana realized that it would really be the whole evening to carry the wine in scraps of dress, and how many glances and ridicule this would cause. I barely managed to cling to his hand:

- Okay!

Dagor met his eyes with her fierce eyes, hesitated, and smiled, mockingly, at the corner of his mouth.

Roxana clenched her teeth. In the end, in her royal blood, it just can not humiliate some dirty savage. She got used to the fact that there are always people around, from early morning until late evening she used to keep her face. And not going to let him knock her out of a rut.

With contempt on her face, the girl untied the belt, took off her dress, and forced herself not to try to hide behind. Humiliating, useless, and what he did not see there. Only the face was still burning with shame.

- And now come here, we will teach you obedience.

He pushed her onto the bed of skins, the girl twisted to jump, and felt iron fingers on her neck from behind, pressing her face into the fur of the skins. Giving her a twitch and being convinced of his helplessness, Dagor lifted her head by her hair and threw a wide leather belt in front of her face:

“This is what you will get next time, if you don't calm down.”

Roxana's stomach curled up in horror, and she gave herself up on all fours. Again violence, and even in such a humiliating pose! But instead, she felt a palm strike on the buttocks. Startled and turned around, trying to fall and cover the ass.

“Stand still, I’ll take the belt,” Dagor put it back and continued to spank. Roxana closed her eyes tightly.

In fact, the last time was much more painful. Now he spanked weaker, more letting the girl feel his power than hurting him.

Roxana closed her eyes, bit her lip. She never recognized anyone's power over herself, even when she was a princess and obeyed the king and the rules - everyone knew that she always gets what she wants, just kept silent about it. Savage did not care, she is a princess, or a peasant, ...