They halted on the road because she was tired and the baby needed feeding. He looked back the way they had come nervously. There was only a line of low hills between them and the town. He’d have preferred a mountain range. Or an ocean.
“It’ll be fine,” she said as she settled down and undid the front of her robe. “He said nothing would happen to us.”
Her husband looked at the glow in the sky that meant the town had been torched. “Not to us, maybe.”
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