The Slave Princess

'I was ill at ease for my fair barbarian who had thus turned the tables upon me, and in whose power it was impossible not to recognize that we now lay. How would the slave princess treat her captive master? I was not long in doubt,' he writes. 'Her messenger presently ched me on the shoulder as i sat a little rueful on a stone apart from my rollicking men,. She led me through that prehistoric village street, up the gentle slope and between the oak log barrier into the long, low dwelling of the place'