Two days later, the telltale symptoms of a miscarriage came. She had not told Wulfgar she thought she was pregnant. With the worry about Beatrix, she kept this small happiness to herself, waiting for the right time to share the news with her husband.
The pains began mid-morning when she was out taking alms to the poor. She sank onto ground made hard by a frost the previous night. Realising she could do nothing sitting there, she returned home, pausing every few minutes as the pains struck.
She paused and held onto the doorjamb as she entered. Wulfgar rushed over to her. “What is it?”
“A miscarriage,” she managed to gasp out.
“You"re with child?”
“Was. I"m afraid it"s gone now.” She gasped again and sat on a stool. Blood trickled down her legs.
Wulfgar helped her into their mattress a
