In the evening the camel train reached the oasis, a small watering place, palms and some green around. The ocher colored buildings of the caravansary gleaming in the sun. Tullius Tertius, a Roman merchant and traveller, was for the deal of his life. The place was a point of melding of cultures and peoples from all over the world. His Egyptian partner gave him a broad and grabby grin. "Gold and jewelry... ". A long journey has finally reached its destination, from the cold and rainy woods in the northern parts of germany, passing the Alpine mountains, over the Mediterranean sea, and now here in the desert. "The oasis of Siwa"... Tullius declared with a voice of admiration. Before they were off for the last mile of their travel, he gave the sign to stop for a moment. All between the camels and mules, carrying hoses of water and all the supplies, a dozen of palanquins was carried by native heavers. They where laid down to the sand. "Come out, all my little doves, enjoy the sun and make up for your debut..."
The curtains opened and the young, tall female slaves crawled out, their blond hair flashing in the sun, their well formed bodies uncovered. He gave a sign to his assistant, and a wooden case was taken from one of the mules. When he got the key and opened it, wonderful clothing of filmy silk was to be seen, but also pairs of golden chains and cuffs. Without mercy, giggling and dirty jokes on their lips, his men started to chain up the helpless bevy as soon as the girls covered their nakedness. "They all are virgins". Tullius was proudly telling to his partner. With excitement he remembered the ones he had taken by himself. Those were already sold on a slave market in Italy where he got a reasonable price. But these ... would be nearly balanced with gold.
