.. filthy swine!” Simone was struggling, but uselessly. Her right wrist was buckled to the other bed-post so that her arms were spread out in a V. T...en Simone’s ankles were fastened, in turn, to straps at the base of the posts... so that she ended up spreadeagled, her eyes were wild with rage and fear. From her lips came a torrent of French vituperation... interspersed with words like “b**st!” and “Swine!”“Do you know,” said Quentin, when Simone was firmly and helplessly strapped to the end of. Djaik will help you with packing the camp."As she said it, the white man - Djaik she had called him - walked back from the horse. He was tall, taller than Black Eagle, and looked bulky in his wolf skin jacket. It looked well made and the wolf skin gave it a distinctive look. Black Eagle wondered where he had got it.His woman appeared from inside the tepee. She looked directly at the strange Indian woman and said: "Our son is hot with the fever and weak. How will we carry him and where are we. Thinking about things like that is just not my thing.”“I know that, Relpt. That is why I like to talk about ideas and possibilities with you. I get to express myself to someone who can give me a fresh viewpoint. Talking with you is especially helpful when things get too depressing.”“I don’t want you to go into everything, but is there any one thing that is really bothering you that you need to talk with me about?”“Yes, there is. Right now, our two Zldats are talking with the First Offspring.. Lay down on the cushions and try not to jerk off while I get a pair of twins to process you.”Nathan and I entered the room and out of habit, started stripping without having to think about it. I was about to ask Nathan all sorts of questions when I noticed he suddenly wasn’t looking happy.I asked Nathan, “What’s wrong?”Nathan responded on edge, “We are going to be processed. I’ve never been processed before.”“Huh? So?”“Lucas, one of the few people I made friends with a few years ago, was.