“Though I was twelve years old, I was very small, and could easily have been mistaken for eight or nine. That saved me, I think. My smallness.” He saw the strongest man in his village with a rag in his mouth and dirty water poured over him. He saw no women, save a maidservant who was hiding near the stabled horses. Though she could hardly walk, she handed him a jar of honey and told him to run away. She said to wait until at least two full moons had passed before speaking to a single soul, that everyone I saw would be a devil’s servant or a ghost, that I could trust no one. Now, I’d never say
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