Blood Vengeance part 3
Mira's eyes widened as the grip on her hand slackened and the girl's eyes drifted closed. For a moment Mira could only stare, shocked, at the now still form before her. A stab of fear lanced through her as she realized that the girl's lips were blue and she drew no breath. Mira reached down and shook her brieflym praying she would wake. When there was no response, Mira turned questioning eyes to Mother Rea. The wide, fear glazed look on Rea's weathered face told Mira there would be no help from that corner.
Considering her course only for a moment, Mira reached down and pulled a slim dagger from the sheath hidden in her boot. She had never attempted what she was about to do, but she would not ignore the life that could still be saved. She pulled her sleeves back in preparation for what would soon become grim work. Rea, who had finally come to her senses, strode forward and placed a restraining hand on Mira's arm before she could begin.
"What do you think you're doing Mira," she demaned, "How dare you bring that thing into a birthing room!"
"The baby is going to die," she replied, "We don't have any time. The girl is beyond our help now, but her child may not be!"
"No Mira. That child will bring us nothing but misfortune. Look at all the signs." Rea gestured vaguely. "The storm, the evil blasphemous witch tongue spewed from her lips, and now her death. Let the child go to the grave with her."
A mutinous look overtook Mira's features, but before she could reply, the door to the infirmary burst open. A disheveled woman entered, and crossed directly to Mother Rea.
She bowed briefly before she began. "Mother Rea you must come right away! Lightning has struck the storehouse! The storm continues to rage, but the storehouse roof is burning!"
"Lightning striking from a winter storm? No matter, we must save what we can. Gather everyone you can and begin moving the supplies away from the fire. I'll be there shortly." Rea motioned for the newcomer to leave, and made to follow her. Stopping briefly in the doorway, she turned back to Mira. "Remember what I said Mira. This latest bit only proves what I said. When I return I expect the stranger to be prepared for burial." With that, Rea closed the door behind her.
Mira stared at the door, her conscience screaming at her. She glanced at the still and silent form on the bed. A debate waged a fierce and swift war inside her heart. Closing her eyes for a moment to steel herself against her fear, she lifted the knife still in her hand and set about to save the life still trapped inside.
Considering her course only for a moment, Mira reached down and pulled a slim dagger from the sheath hidden in her boot. She had never attempted what she was about to do, but she would not ignore the life that could still be saved. She pulled her sleeves back in preparation for what would soon become grim work. Rea, who had finally come to her senses, strode forward and placed a restraining hand on Mira's arm before she could begin.
"What do you think you're doing Mira," she demaned, "How dare you bring that thing into a birthing room!"
"The baby is going to die," she replied, "We don't have any time. The girl is beyond our help now, but her child may not be!"
"No Mira. That child will bring us nothing but misfortune. Look at all the signs." Rea gestured vaguely. "The storm, the evil blasphemous witch tongue spewed from her lips, and now her death. Let the child go to the grave with her."
A mutinous look overtook Mira's features, but before she could reply, the door to the infirmary burst open. A disheveled woman entered, and crossed directly to Mother Rea.
She bowed briefly before she began. "Mother Rea you must come right away! Lightning has struck the storehouse! The storm continues to rage, but the storehouse roof is burning!"
"Lightning striking from a winter storm? No matter, we must save what we can. Gather everyone you can and begin moving the supplies away from the fire. I'll be there shortly." Rea motioned for the newcomer to leave, and made to follow her. Stopping briefly in the doorway, she turned back to Mira. "Remember what I said Mira. This latest bit only proves what I said. When I return I expect the stranger to be prepared for burial." With that, Rea closed the door behind her.
Mira stared at the door, her conscience screaming at her. She glanced at the still and silent form on the bed. A debate waged a fierce and swift war inside her heart. Closing her eyes for a moment to steel herself against her fear, she lifted the knife still in her hand and set about to save the life still trapped inside.
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