“A birth, Your Grace.” Mother Vona, the only Red Veil who’d been
permitted to keep her tongue, loomed over the fussing woman, her stern
eyes dulled with apathy. “See for yourself.”
Beside Mother Vona stood another prisoner—a Vonkovyan, given the
filthy golden tone of her hair—in threadbare clothes that barely clung to her
body. She held a small bundle in her trembling arms.
Sacton Crain hobbled over to her, and the moment he peered down at
the child, his brows lowered. “Was it you who assisted?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” the Vonkovyan prisoner answered. “I heard her
whisper to someone in tongues.” She glanced at the woman on the floor,
betrayal twisting the Vonkovyan’s expression. “There were nothing but
shadows there.”
“Lies!” the woman screamed, wriggling against the willful hands
pinning her wrists to the ground. “I prayed to the gods. My gods!”
Mother Vona swung her gaze toward the Lyverian mother. “Silver eyes
are an abomination. You’ve birthed a demon. Your gods have forsaken you.
Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
The restrained woman screamed, fighting against the Red Veils as they
scrambled to hold her down. “Give me my child! Give her to me now!”
Sacton Crain knelt beside the woman and stroked his hand across her
cheek. “There, there. Evil brought into the world must be extinguished, for
we are merciless shepherds of the sacred tenet.”
The older Red Veil set her eyes upon the acolyte and nodded toward the
prisoner holding the baby. “Take her to The Eating Woods. Offer her as a
sacrifice, so that we may be blessed with a mild winter.”
A cruel and brutal fate for a child no more than a couple of days old. If
whatever lived in those woods didn’t strip the flesh from her small body, the
animals that lurked for scraps of food in the night surely would. Without
question, the acolyte gave a curt nod and stalked toward the woman, who
held the baby outstretched.
No sooner had she accepted the child than the acolyte watched in horror
as Sacton Crain sliced a blade across the Lyverian mother’s neck.
A stuttering breath caught in the woman’s throat, and she choked,
gurgling and gasping, while the blood poured out of her onto the gritty
floor. Managing to free one of her hands, she seized Sacton Crain’s, her
blood dripping from the blade still caught in his grasp.