Now I knew one reason at least, why he was not happy. He wanted a little child of his own.
The awful looking woman turned, and confronted him like an angry, hissing snake.
“Not much,” she just spat at him, and taking the child in her arms, she kissed it and comforted it, and went on her weary way.
“Would you kidnap all I’ve got left?” she said savagely over her shoulder.
Master’s hands dropped to his sides. His face looked like the moon when it burst through the clouds.
“So you love it,” he said in a delicious voice.
“Love it,” she croaked, then she said some emphatic words that didn’t hurt me nor my master, and which are not necessary to repeat.
“I’m drug out,” she said, after we’d followed her for a few steps.
“Stop,” said my master, and he took the child from her and swung it up to the stone wall, and stood staring into his little face, so happy now because his mother had comforted him.