The leader, it seemed, had just stabbed Sriosno's driver. They devoured most of the horses and the man, and Sriosno felt he had to vomit. To his utter dismay, he turned and heaved. It made the noise of a mouse, but that was enough.

Before Sriosno could even move from his position of retching, two ugly, horrible orcs were upon him.

"You!" growled one of them, pulling his face back by his hair. "What are you doing!" Sriosno only muttered under his breath,

"What does it *look like." The other put the blade of a cool knife to his throat.

"Being pert, are you?" he demanded. Then he gasped, letting out a gurgling laugh. "Hey everybody!" he called, joyously. "We've got the PRINCE!" Sriosno heard a chorus of laughs and snickers, and a few cheers. The leader came to them.

"We do, eh?" he questioned. He looked the prince over, not bothering to cover a laugh.

"Why does he want you so bad? You don't look important, or pretty, either." This got a laugh from the one holding Sriosno. "Oh, but your bride is a lovely, isn't she?" Sriosno almost choked. Riania? No! What would they do to her? The leader saw his prisoners worry, and grinned.

"Oh, so she is," he smiled evilly. "Does that mean a bit of fun for us, boys? After all, Master said he only wanted the King-to-be. Does that necessarily mean the princess?" He went to the wagon, pushing back the flap. He laughed again, with much mirth.

"Oh, boys!" he yelled over the wagon. "Who's after me?" The leader reached into the wagon and dragged out the gasping Riania. Her clothes ruined, she was practically bare. Horrible thoughts reeked into Sriosno's mind, making him tremble with fury and worry. But when the orc reached down, Sriosno realized,

'He's not going to rape her,' he thought, terrified. 'He's going to EAT her?!'