The goshawk landed in the Holt to the sound of cheers, everyone in the Holt had come to see the army return home. It was a sight to behold as all the birds returned at once, closely followed by some of the people of the Toft.
The newspapers swamped them, trying to get pictures and a story. Easton passed the baby to an aide that was waiting on the ground, it was crying loudly despite the aide’s best attempts to calm it by rocking the basket gently. Rose murmured loudly, incoherently, wanting her baby back – but Easton scooped her off the Goshawk as gently as he could and carried her in her blood-stained clothes. Rose couldn’t feel anything but a searing pain in her belly regardless of the amount of magic she had applied to her.
The mob of people around the goshawk saw the amount of bloo
