We have to spend the night

Our progress back to Tarraco was so slow that we were still well outside the city when darkness started to fall so I had no choice but to make camp with my captive in tow. I tied her to a tree and went down to a nearby stream to catch myself some dinner. I had a little hard bread left, but I figured some fresh trout would make a much better dinner. I hit the stream just right, and soon had capture three nice sized fish that would more than feed me and my captive. I walked back to the tree where I had left the girl tied and found that she had almost worked herself out of the knotted rope that I had secured her with. She cursed me mightily as I re-secured her and went about getting a fire started.

?Cannot you just accept your situation,? I said to her. ?You will find that I am not a bad master, and that I will treat you fairly if you obey me.?

?Why should I believe you? You rape women and fuck men?s asses. You are beneath contempt and I cannot ever trust you.?

?You angered me, my actions were out of character,? I retorted defending myself. ?Now if you would like me to share my fish I suggest you insult me no further.?

That seemed to do the trick and she actually shut her mouth. I knew that she must be hungry as we had walked all day and I was famished. In no time I had a robust fire going and the three fish were sizzling spitted nicely on green wood. The smell of the fish cooking was almost overwhelming, and I munched on some of the dry bread as I waited for the fish to cook completely. I shared my bread with her, and the look on her face was actually one of gratitude as she carefully chewed the tough, dry bread. The fish was wonderful, and we both soon had happily full bellies.

?So tell me of your brother, is he king of the barbarians?? I asked her.

?You will pay for what you have done to me when my brother finds me. My brother Jon Wuzza III is the greatest of all warriors and he will slit your belly and draw out your intestines, making your carry them to your own grave. He will break each bone in your body one by one taking care not to kill you too soon. He will stake your naked body over a red ant hill and wait for them to eat you one small piece at a time.?

?I am going to bet you that when Wuzza and I met it will be him who gets the worse of it. I am ready to deal with men of his kind, and the smartest thing that he could do would be to take his tribe somewhere else.?

She glared at me from where I had her tied, and I tried to change the subject. ?So what is your name??

She answered fiercely, ?My name is Alyis Conn Wuzza, of the Three Beaks people. My family has ruled these lands since long before you Roman bastards have been here, and we will rule long after you are gone.?