To the chiefs

After a walk which felt like an eternity for the weakened princesses they reached a huge tent so splendid that it had to belong to the chiefs of this barbarian tribe. As they entered the tent, they were already expected. Their two captors lay on sedan chairs, grinding evil as they saw their pray.

"Kneel down before Martok und Mortak" grunted on of their guards but the both pride girls didn't even flinch. They even spit before their feet, but they just smiled. He waved one of his servants and they brought a bowl full of water, he took it and held it right in front of them. Instinctively they wanted to grab it, they didn't realize how thirsty they had been, but the guards stopped them. "Kneel" said Martok again, "Never" screamed Caroline and tried to jump forward but she was too weak and her chain were too heavy to move. "Leave it" whispered Isabelle and starred longing at the water bowl.

Martok laughed and sent em back to their cave.