Lys: Unexpected Mercy

Aithne was surprised. No horror, no hatred, no thought of returning her from whence she came. It was a long time since she had been treated thus. Four years, at least. Wait... One memory returned.

"I am sorry, Domitia. I can keep you no longer. Would that I could."

He'd been kind, at least. But his wife had had enough and to keep the family peace, she'd been sent away.

She saw the young girl's face around the pony's nose, and smiled. Let her keep her dreams. Perhaps they were more than dreams. Perhaps her lord would find her. And perhaps... An absurd, silly thought came to her. Perhaps he would take me, too. Somehow she thought it must be somehow better than where they were headed.

"So you are Scotti, then, too."