They left the place of death hand in hand. Mariam rested her head against Yusuf’s broad shoulder.
“I suppose he belongs to the fanatics now.”
“Aye. And we are not grand enough for the likes of them.”
“It’s his poor little wife they will treat worst. At least he has to have had a mother.”
Yussuf touched her cheek, and Mariam felt his love ease the pain in her heart.
“It doesn’t matter what they say. Jesua will always be my baby. Even if they would turn a fat, happy wife into a pale, sad virgin”
Yusuf sighed. “Even if…”