The Corn Maiden is a Captive of the Skull Stomper (Excerpt from Taboo)
The Skull Stomper's tent was more like a large hut. A tall tree trunk for a central beam allowed for a large radius, and other, smaller posts held up the stretched hide so that there was enough room to walk upright inside the tent without ducking. Furs on one side of the tent provided ample bedding, which left the other side of the tent for a curious, shallow flat bowl filled with a finger depth of water. Beside it was a woman’s hair comb. “Do you know what that is?” he asked the Corn Maiden. She shook her head. He studied her again, searching for something. “It’s a looking bowl. You can brush your hair, admire your lovely complexion.” “Ah,” she said. She sat down on the furs, before the looking bowl, though she didn’t glance down at it. “You wish me to beautify myself before you sleep with me?” He seated himself on the bed furs, near enough to her that she could feel the heat from his body. “May I comb your hair?” he asked. She glanced at him contemptuously for this foolish ques...