Her name was taken, stamps were sealed and she was taken to the camps. For the first time in her life, she tasted soft bread and salted beef. She tasted boiled potatoes and fresh water. People scrunched their faces as they are, but for Electra, it was a feast.
Servants washed her in scalding hot water, the heat at first hurt but then it became one with her. She got a cheap boiled leather armour and a spear from the blacksmiths.
She was back again in the north, facing the tall trees. She felt her skin kissed by the cold breeze from ahead.
A man wearing a full plate and a jet black destrier rode along the line of cavalry, shouting. "You lot are only worth dying." The destrier stopped at the end and the man glared at Electra, through slit holes in his helm.
Electra looked to her left, front and behind to see rows of cavalry wielding swords, shields, pikes and hammers. To her behind and right, she saw men carrying longbows and crossbows.
