Despite her struggles, Rasha was taken to a small room somewhere in the depths of the prison. They made her sit on a high stool. Her long black hair was parted and one of the men plaited it into two long lengths that hung down her bare back. Removing the chains from her arms, they resecured them in spite of her cries of pain. Thin lengths of stripped leather were used. The ends were bound tightly around each of her thumbs. Rasha twisted and screamed as the leather thongs bit into her tender flesh. Then her arms were bent up behind her back, so high that the backs of her hands touched the tops of her shoulder-blades. The free lengths

of the thongs were pulled tautly down the front of her chest and, as two men lifted her lush breasts upward, the other two wound the cords agonizingly tight around the lovely orbs at their base, and secured them. Rasha sobbed with pain, her torso doubled forward.

"Wait till the Grand Council sees this beauty, 19 laughed Fra Ortiz.

Rasha was pulled from the stool and walked between two of the men. She was leaning slightly forward due to the torture binding of her arms. Fra Ortiz led the way as the wholly nude Moorish girl was thrust along the corridore to a large chamber. Five Spanish priests awaited their arrival. Rasha was held be-