Negotiations, in an odd way

"My Lady" asks Immestera as her eyes lock with yours. "Is that stubborn **** really the daughter of the High Priest of Heliopolis." The ****'s question was addressed to Lady Clymene, but her eyebrow lifts inquisitively as she looks at you kneeling at her feet with the knife in your hands. You nod slowly in response and you see the **** smile in acknowledgement.

"Yes, Rastus would not put up with an impostor." Answers Clymene from the far doorway apparently looking for her son.

"Then she is important?" The **** continues "I mean if someone were to bring her to The High Priestess they would be rewarded?" Again you nod your head. Lady Clymene doesn't respond and you wonder is she or the other **** is confused by the Immestra's odd questions.

"It would help, if Amara would speak for that someone, and explain she was treated well by her." Immestera continued quickly, her water-skin now nearly completely full, once again you nod in agreement and then pull further back into the shadows as you hear Clymene's rapid approach. The sound of a heavy slap indicated that she had arrived.

"How dare you question me and my treatment of Amara?" She demanded hitting Immestera again as she struggled. "How was I supposed to anticipate that her mother would raise an army big enough to free her?" Slapping the **** one more time she turned to the other ****. "Go down to the holding cells and see what is keeping my son. If he is sampling her slutty body I swear by Hera herself I will kill that boy!" Clymene took a few steps back to the middle of the kitchen and Immestera met your eyes one final time.

Nodding your head clearly you carefully climb to your knees as the **** approaches her mistress.

"My Lady, I'm sorry I was stupid." She says as she drops to Lady Clymene's knees "It's just I'm scared, please mistress forgive me!" She cries and wraps her arms tightly around Clymene's legs. That is all the help you need. In fewer than twenty heartbeats you catch Clymene and bind her slender wrists behind her back in the very chains that were meant for you.

"I don't understand." Clymene almost whispers, her once haughty voice lacking any of its former arrogance. Ignoring her you smile at Immestera lifting her to her feet as you try to decide what to do.

"Do you know where we can hide?" You ask the **** but she shakes her head no.

"I thought you would take us to your mother." She says hopefully, Immestera is clearly wondering if she had made the right decision to side with you after all.