Lys: Stale Air

She stood, looking down the row of apple trees, her thoughts in some unknown place, then turned her face back up to the Guttersnipe. "How much longer, do you think?" she asked.

A pause. "And what will we do?"

She knew what they would do. And perhaps the Guttersnipe would even join them. But she was not made for battle, any more than Portia or Balba or Lucretia were. What were they to do, when the time came?