Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Fourteen

He took the tiny baby home wrapped in his coat. She was all but drowned and blue with the cold. But he had to try. Fortunately his wife had plenty of milk for two babies, and the sort of nature that mothers everything.

It was months before they traced her family, and the lord who fathered her requested that they keep her a while…

Sixteen years later somebody remembered her and a knight rode in on a tall horse. 

Three days later he rode away.

But he came back. In time to claim her and the child in her belly.

©️jj 2018

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