Nope...

The guards yanked Eilwy to her feet before she could cut through the rope.

"Hey, what's this...?" said one of them stupidly, looking at the frayed strands that still bound her wrists.

With the speed of a striking snake and a hiss of anger, Slith darted forward and slapped the guard across the face. The loud "crack!" echoed around the backstage area, and many of the women in chains took a further step back. Slith's face was contorted with rage.

"You fools! She's a powerful witch, not some street trash or fallen queen. Do you realise how close you came to getting us all killed?" His face gradually resumed its usual colour, and his breathing slowed. "No matter. She remains bound. But I want these ropes replaced with metal cuffs - and check her gap remains in place. Until we have put her in a Magetamer Collar, she remains a top threat - do you understand? I know she just looks like another helpless **** to you, but this one is NOT to be underestimated!"

Whilst the guards went to find some metal cuffs, Slith turned to Eilwy, running a hand through his hair.

"Close, enchantress - close! But you missed your chance. And now you must be prepared to show the world your bush to the world like any other helpless little girl." He smiled drily. "I may let tale of your friskiness leak to the crowd actually... it will keep your price high if they know you are yet to be broken!"

He saw Eilwy looking at the sun. "That's right, enchantress. The messengers are well on their way now. In less than an hour, you're going to be nicely displayed on that platform, whether you like it or not."