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Show Page 250 she said. "But now her life is much changed. She has taken a Paspahegh brave for a husband and has borne him a child." "Poor wee babe," I breathed. "Nay," answered the woman. "The Indians hold their children dear and no harm will come to that infant. And methinks Rose herself may have met her match in the brave who took her for his wife, for he brooks no nonsense from the woman. Seemingly meek and obedient was Rose at all times I saw her." A bubble of mirth welled up within me, the first time I had felt the need to laugh for lo so many days I could scarce recall. But laugh I did, for it seemed a fitting punishment for Rose to live with a man who fain would rule her with a clenched fist. Feeling happier than I had for ages, I took me off to bed. ******************** When I awoke in the early dusk of new morning, I felt so queer around my heart that I thought I might cry, for it was the day we were to leave behind the foul stench of death that hung over James Towne and return to Wolstenholme Towne. I knew we were returning to a burned-out waste of a town, to days of hunger and hard work, yet was I happy to be going home. |