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Three of us. Our wrists bound behind our bare backs. Naked. On our knees. In the dust.
There, on the plain that extends from the foot of the snow-covered mountains, where the river broadens and runs wide and in many streams across the flat waste of silt and gravel.
There where the legions destroyed our great Khan's horde, strewing their bloody bodies on the battlefield.
There, where the baggage train lies, broken and looted and burning under the grey clouds.
There, where we, the concubines of the Khan, kneel, waiting.
Three of us.
Me, the redhead. The girl from across the great river who speaks in the strange language of the Franks, she with the beautiful fair hair. And the girl who comes from another place, we do not know where, with her heavy breasts and long, dim hair. We three, all captives who had dwelt in the camp of the Khan as it traversed the steppes and plains. Captives bearing the branding mark of the Khan on our bodies, bodies destined to serve the Khan in whatever way he might wish. Our beautiful bodies mere toys for his desires.
And now the Khan is dead, and the baggage train destroyed, and the camp followers driven away to the slave markets or playthings for tired legionnaires, or dead.
And we are here, waiting, on our knees, for the pleasure of the general who has done this to this great army from the east. Waiting beneath the grey clouds for whatever might be our fates.
 
Pia said:
And we are here, waiting, on our knees, for the pleasure of the general who has done this to this great army from the east. Waiting beneath the grey clouds for whatever might be our fates.
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Perhaps we could hope for rain ... maybe a cloudburst ... wash away the dust and grime ... drive the Great General and his minions to cover ... gain a few more precious moments together ... before we must face the unknown ...
 
Barbaria1 said:
Perhaps we could hope for rain ... maybe a cloudburst ... wash away the dust and grime ... drive the Great General and his minions to cover ... gain a few more precious moments together ... before we must face the unknown ...
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Hum ! You're yet "dreaming" ...
I rather think that we'll be conducted in heavy chains to Rome where we'll be crucified at the Colyseum and our bodies scratched with cruel iron'claws ... till that we'll be entirely destroyed ...:eek:
 
messaline said:
Hum ! You're yet "dreaming" ...
I rather think that we'll be conducted in heavy chains to Rome where we'll be crucified at the Colyseum and our bodies scratched with cruel iron'claws ... till that we'll be entirely destroyed ...:eek:
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You are the realist... and undoubtedly right about our fate!
 
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