We delayed camp so that we could meet them, and help them as needed. We never imagined the truth. Why should we? Perhaps just plain old human arrogance.
These people are so stubborn! While I'd love to say that they're cruel, that wouldn't be true, not really.
Sorry, I jump ahead of myself. We followed the smoke until we found the source. In the middle of a ragged group of huts blazed a bonfire. A ragged, near wild looking group of people huddled around it. Fifty or so it seemed.
I hear someone coming, I must go.
False alarm. Whoever had been approaching paused outside my "cell" and then left. Cell, that isn't what they call it. My new home. That's what they call it. My new home. A cell is what it is, no matter what name they give it. I am not allowed to leave unless I have an "escort for my safety". In other words, under guard.
There are fifty three people in this village. Or so I've been told.
Yet again, I jump ahead of myself.
The group of people around the fire jumped up, startled. They looked frightened for a moment. Then they smiled, and a ragged cheer went up. Their attention was on me. My bulging middle is quite noticable, even though I still have a while to go. There is no mistake about me being pregnant.
Their nasty eyes shone, and they rushed around me, their dirty hands touching my swollen belly, my hair, whatever they could reach.
Those with me took offense at their treatment of me.
They drew their crude swords and daggers, and bloodshed was a breath away. I trembled, angry that such violence was going to happen.
As, time has flown. Soon they'll be here with my supper.
Christine
Same supper as last night. Plain, greasy, nasty. I don't know why I removed this again from it's hiding place. It's getting to dark to see.
