Kikyo's hands were chained behind the post, but her feet were not. The slaver cleared his throat and a small crowd stopped to stare at her, the fallen priestess; even these uneducated fools would recognize her garb for what it was. She closed her eyes, refusing to see what there was to see-the harsh world she had been hurled into.
"For sale, a fallen priestess! Cast out of her home and sent here, she merely hangs her head in shame. Not too feisty, but an interesting character, and a mysterious one at that. We're asking for only ten silver coins!"
She wanted to fight, then, for she was worth much more than that; but her hands were bound and her bow and arrows lost for all eternity.