The girl’s last question was not answered, the old woman, never turning her head, maybe she was hard of hearing and maybe the young girl wasn’t ready for the real answer. To keep the blood fresh, the Horde sold that majority of it natural born girls trading them for goods and stock they needed like weapons and such, while replacing those with captives. There were no free women in this camp; all were owned it was their way, some with more freedom than others. All the young boys both born to, and captured were raised in the way of the warrior, and learned what a women’s place was within the tribe. None could have a woman of their own, till they’d successfully raided, then they were men, and the women they captured were theirs to do with as they pleased. Men died in battle, so the ratio of women to men was more than four to one, even give the number of women that died in child birth. Now a woman could be given to a boy so he could become a man, but it was for a night, nothing more, just something to light the fire of the Horde within them, to give them taste of what was to come. Shendra by right of inheritance was owned by Telgar, though she never shared his furs. More women than men, was only natural she knew, as it only took one many to father many a child. The old woman knew these methods were brutal, but it wove and bound the members together, and gave them strength, such that no one had yet been able to defeat them.
There bound to the post the girl was left, not till the sun was finally beginning to set, did Telgar return from whatever he had been doing. He sauntered back, stopping briefly to see his newest possession.
I see the witch checked your mark, good.
The comment without emotion, simple a statement of fact, as he gazed down at the small girl.
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