The Lost Army
“‘I’ll give you a sheepskin, and a blanket. You can use the mule’s pack to lay your head on.’ She started to cry. ‘I can’t make it. I’m going to lose the baby. Here, in these mountains, on these rocks.’ ‘No, you’ll save him: he’s a son of the Ten Thousand, the little bastard, he’ll make it. And you’ll save yourself to save him. Or her. It might be a girl.’ ‘It better not. Being born a female is the worst of fates.’ ‘Being born is hard on anyone. How many of these young lads, yesterday, today, ha...ve lost their lives, how many will lose it soon! You and I are alive. Tell me, have you ever loved anyone?’ ‘Loved? No. But I do know what you’re talking about. I would dream of him. I dreamed of a man who looked at me with enchantment in his eyes and made me feel beautiful. I’d wait for him to visit me as soon as I closed my eyes.’ ‘And now? Doesn’t he come to visit you in your dreams?’ ‘He’s dead. Death is the most powerful of dreams. Abira, will they bury us when we die?MoreLess
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