The birthing chamber was hot. Too hot for Emilia, even with her hair piled into a knot on the top of her head and her feet bare against the stone floor. But Allegra’s cold, sweaty skin was prickled against the winter air so Emilia continued to stoke the fire.
Hours had passed since the first twinge of pain. Emilia had hurried home to grab fresh clothes, some dried meat and nuts, and the herbs Luci had been setting aside for Tanya. Allegra’s waters had broken just as Emilia returned.
Emilia’s job was simple- keep Allegra comfortable. Sips of cold peppermint water, mouthfuls of bread, or simply a hand to hold during the worst of the pain…Emilia would provide it. Tanya fluttered about the room, checking between Allegra’s legs, touching the bare mound of belly to feel the baby’s position, a
