I saw the wenches, and immediately began imagining all the imperfections they were veiling. In some the desperate need to be educated, in others, a marked lack of attracting figure.
I tried to see their skin, for what it was other than radiant, I tried to gauge their age, was it one hundred or one thousand? Where had they been to, where were they going.
I was still too groggy from being pulled out of the sea to enjoy a drink, and somehow my nasty hammer seemed inadequate, in this environment I would need a chain to fight with as well.
Something that clasped the wrists. So I went looking for some chains, not a markedly easy task in this heavenly place, but the scene was set, and, thought I in a rearrangement of the old proverb
"And God said, let there be bondage, and there was, and it was good."