Chapter 11
Behind her horses nuzzled their stall doors and shook out their manes. She had passed these stables every day on her way to the markets, and here and now, they were her only refuge. Pulling off her boots, her ankles were swollen grey, and she stretched out her aching frame over the stable floor for a few moments of respite. It had been a long day filled with blow after blow, and seeing blood had soaked through her dress where her stitches had torn, she pressed her cold hands to her cheek to calm the flush rising from her chest. She didn't have long to rest.
A small sliver of sky shone through the rafters as she listened to the voices pass by the stable entrance waiting patiently for the voice she wanted. She had barely escaped Moses’ attack and she knew this very moment there
