“They say…that the men come in the middle of the night, and that they are huge, powerful, violent. They grab girls with their rough hands and carry one off under each arm.” Ikthea’s eyes were wide, the light of the campfire reflecting in them as she spoke. She continued. “Then they put them on their horses. Big, strong, hefty but swift beasts, bred for battle. One girl is tied to each side of the saddle so that the men ca...