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used to help perfume her body. She had
washed her robes as well and allowed them to dry, they had not come
clean but at least they did not smell offensive to her nose. Now she
wished she hadn’t taken the time to cleanse herself.
    “ I’ve
come all this way to die of the plague?”
    The
question went unanswered. Nobody seemed to speak her language, Lania
switched to a more common language and a few people listened
carefully and then spoke back, their dialect a bit different but
their words still decipherable.
    What
they said made her heart sink. Here the plague had decimated the
place: thirty of the two hundred dwellers were dead, a large number
for such a small village. They had not seen the enemy she spoke of
but there had been evidence of riders to the west when they went in
search of a cure at a neighboring village. They had seen the dead
there but had not stopped to check if they had died of plague or
other causes, they were too afraid.
    Lania
didn’t like the way they all kept eyeing her. There was a sort
of assessing greedy look on their faces that made her skin crawl.
    “ This
is the sign we have been waiting for!”
    She
didn’t understand the words but she understood the sudden
relief that appeared on their faces. Whatever was going on, she was
about to be a part of it. A woman with a pale face and bulged out
brown eyes pressed a hand to her belly, then to her breasts. Lania
stared at her, offended and shocked at the same time, when the crone
reached for the bottom of her robes Lania punched her dead in the
eye. Rather than angering the crone it pleased her, her cracked lips
broke into agrin that displayed her broken teeth and pale gums and
she said something that made the crowd nod in understanding. The
priest grabbed her by her hair and hauled her to her feet. Her scalp
tingled and ached and she fought, flailing out blindly at his strong
arm. His words boomed out over the crowd and there was a round of
applause that froze her blood.
    Lania
didn’t have time to think, she was dragged through the streets,
the villagers running alongside her singing and throwing things at
her. She managed to catch a turnip, cradling it in the crook of one
arm she tried to use her other hand to protect her face from the
refuse they tossed at her.
    She
was taken to a dim cellar at the foot of the mill. Golden grain lay
in plump piles and she laughed a trifle hysterically at that fact as
the door locked behind her. She fell to her knees, her hand bringing
the turnip to her mouth. Her mind remained a perfect blank while her
teeth bit into the starchy vegetable. Her belly let out a low rumble
and she crawled over to the grain, trying to figure out how to eat it
uncooked.
    A
small heel of bread, a wedge of creamy boat cheese and bowl of water
was shoved into the cell as well as a small pitcher of wine. The wine
was darkly red, soured and too warm but she drank it all. She ate the
bread so fast she choked several times but hid the cheese, thinking
she may not be given anything else.
    She
curled up on the cold floor, resting her head on her hands. She was
long past tears; she was enveloped in a sort of numbness that kept
her from wondering too much about what was going to happen to her.
Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

    ***
    Lania
woke up, confused and with the bitter taste of the wine still on her
tongue. Her face was cold and her body was stiff from lying on the
floor, she made it to her feet with a low graon and staggered to the
door. It was still locked; she had heard the bolt slam home when she
had been shoved inside. She got on her knees and studied the narrow
aperture through which her scanty meal had been delivered. It
provided no solution though it did show her a dusty bar of dying
sunlight touching on the enormous grinding wheels of the mill.
    The
walls of her cell were damp and she shivered. The grain was kept in
piles away from the wall, she assumed that was so it didn’t
spoil before it could be winnowed and