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From Thunderlord Chapter 20
Alayna felt another trickle, and then a cramping low in her
belly, so sudden and sharp it took her breath away. She bent over with it. The
spasm faded a moment later, but not entirely.
Not trusting to the steadiness of her hands, she set the candlestick on
the stone hearth. A small spot of blood marked the front of her nightgown, but
when she twisted the back around, she saw that it was drenched.
A knock at the outer door: “My lady?”
“Go away,” Alayna gasped.
What am I going to do?
\The door swung open. Though tears blurred her vision, Alayna
made out Dimitra, holding aloft her own candle.
“Vai domna, I am
sorry to disobey you, but Sadhi heard a noise and reported it to me – Blessed
Cassilda!”
The next moment, Dimitra grasped Alayna’s shoulders, turning
her. Another cramp seized Alayna, worse than before. Then everything happened
at once -- Dimitra shouted for Sadhi, hands lifted the sodden nightgown,
lowered her to a bed spread thickly with towels, washed her with warm water –
where had that come from, or had she lost track of time? – tucked layers of
padding between her legs, pulled a new gown over her shoulders, eased
comforters up to her shoulders --
“…Jerana, come at once…” Dimitra said, her back to Alayna.
Alayna, racked with yet another wave of pain, curled into a
ball. I want to die, I want to die. What
is happening to me? But she knew. She knew.
She roused a little at the sound of Jerana’s voice, a cool touch
on her brow, a few murmured words, too indistinct to understand.
Help me. Help my babe.
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