Had she in fact replaced those forks in the ground because she hoped their presence might breathe life into her barren womb? Were they an offering to the Devil, a quid pro quo? I offer my allegiance as a handmaiden and in return am granted a child? She had endured so much last night, slept so little, her body wracked by pain, and been asked so many questions today that she just didn’t know anymore, which caused her to fret further still about the state of her soul and her future in Heaven.
