The soldiers had taken him. Strapped like a beast across the hindquarters of one of their snorting horses. Their leader looked down his prodigious nose at her.
“Just be thankful we have no orders for you.”
Then he spat in her face.
She kept that face blank until they were over the hill, then fell to her knees with the sobs racking her whole body.
But that was seven whole months ago, and the secret she had kept hidden since that day was now at her breast suckling greedily.
She gave him his father’s name and taught him to hate.