Empire of Night (Age of Legends 2)

Ashyn paused, trying to think what Guin did mean. Then she realized it and said, "Oh," her cheeks heating.

"Yes. I was to warm his pallet as well. It was not as unpleasant as I expected. He was quite unattractive, but there is pleasure to be had in a man's embrace, and if the lantern is off, it hardly matters what he looks like."

"I . . . see." Ashyn was sure her cheeks were bright red now, but Guin took no notice.

"He told me he loved me, and I began to believe I loved him in return. Then I became pregnant."

"You . . ." Ashyn stopped her horse. "You had a child?"

Guin continued riding, her gaze straight ahead. "No, I did not."

Ashyn caught up. "I'm sorry."

"As was I, at the time. In fact, when I first learned I was with child, I was delighted. I thought the shopkeeper would marry me. Instead, he sent me back to my parents and demanded the return of all consideration. That means he wanted back what he'd paid for me. Of course, it was not legal to sell a free citizen, even in that age, but there could be an exchange of goods for services. Which is the arrangement he'd had with my parents."

Ashyn tried not to stare in horror.

"My parents were displeased with me." Guin hesitated. "No, that is what I believe is called an understatement. I had dishonored them. Whored myself, they said."

"But--but--they . . . They expected you to share his pallet."

"Yes, but because they'd said no such thing, they claimed innocence. As they must. Selling one's daughter as a whore is as bad as selling her as a slave. Perhaps the tradesman misunderstood the deal, but I do not think he did. Either way, I had shamed them. Though, in truth, I do not know what they expected."

Guin rode a few paces in thoughtful silence before continuing, "I suppose they thought I would take measures to prevent pregnancy. However, to do such a thing requires knowing that it exists. I don't know if the situation has changed, but in my time, one certainly did not discuss those matters with girls." Another thoughtful pause. "Though it would seem, since they are most affected, they ought to know."

"Yes," Ashyn said. "They ought."

Her own father had asked a neighbor woman to explain the facts of "marital relations" to Ashyn and Moria. He'd had the foresight, however, to stay within earshot, and later he'd had to explain it properly, to his obvious embarrassment. As for avoiding pregnancy, he'd only mumbled something about speaking to a healer once they were older. Much older.

At the time, Ashyn had thought Moria might need that conversation a little sooner, but she'd never had

the nerve to suggest it. Now, hearing Guin's story, she realized she ought to make sure Moria did speak to a healer about it. Soon.

"Did you . . . lose the child?" Ashyn said. "I do not mean to pry--"

"You do not pry. I broached the subject. As I said, my parents were displeased. My mother gave me the name of an old healer and told me not to come home until I'd visited her. The woman lived quite far from our village. I told her my situation and gave her the money my mother sent with me. The next thing I knew, I woke in a field, alone and bleeding. Apparently, she had ended the pregnancy, and something had gone wrong."

Ashyn gripped the horse's reins so tight her fingers ached. She waited, barely breathing. But Guin said no more.

"And then?" Ashyn prompted finally. "What happened then?"

"Nothing. That was the end."

"Th-the end? Y-you mean . . ." Ashyn stammered and stared, unable to get the words out, until finally they came and she blurted, "You died?"

"Yes."

"There? In that field? Alone?"

"Yes."

Nothing Guin had said was more horrifying than the way she said this. So calm. So matter-of-fact. As if this was all one could expect from life. To be sold to a man, impregnated, rejected by your family, and sent to a stranger--with no idea what she has in mind--and then to wake in a field, the baby gone, your own lifeblood seeping into the ground. Used, abused, abandoned, and left to die. Alone. Utterly alone.

"I . . . I'm sorry," Ashyn said. "I don't know what else to say but that."

Guin's lips curved in the smallest smile. "You say it and you mean it, and you know me hardly at all. That is more than I expect. I'm glad I told you."

"I'm glad you did, too."