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      Leesha walked home slowly, trying to choose words, but in the end she knew that phrasing was meaningless. All that mattered was that she would not marry Gared, and her mother’s reaction.

      It was late in the day when she walked into the house. Gared and Steave would be back from the woods soon. She needed the confrontation over with before they arrived.

      ‘Well, you’ve really made a mess of things now,’ her mother said acidly as she walked in. ‘My daughter, the town tramp.’

      ‘I’m not a tramp,’ Leesha said. ‘Gared has been spreading lies.’

      ‘Don’t you dare blame him because you couldn’t keep your legs closed!’ Elona said.

      ‘I didn’t sleep with him,’ Leesha said.

      ‘Hah!’ Elona barked. ‘Don’t take me for a fool, Leesha. I was young once, too.’

      ‘You’ve been “young” every night this week,’ Leesha said, ‘and Gared is still a liar.’

      Elona slapped her, knocking her to the floor. ‘Don’t you dare speak to me like that, you little whore!’ she screeched.

      Leesha lay still, knowing that if she moved, her mother would hit her again. Her cheek felt like it was on fire.

      Seeing her daughter humbled, Elona took a deep breath, and seemed to calm. ‘It’s no matter,’ she said. ‘I’ve always thought you needed a knocking from the pedestal your idiot father put you on. You’ll marry Gared soon enough, and folk will tire of whispering eventually.’

      Leesha steeled herself. ‘I’m not marrying him,’ she said. ‘He’s a liar, and I won’t do it.’

      ‘Oh, yes you will,’ Elona said.

      ‘I won’t,’ Leesha said, the words giving her strength as she rose to her feet. ‘I won’t say the words, and there’s nothing you can do to make me.’

      ‘We’ll just see about that,’ Elona said, snatching off her belt. It was a thick leather strap with a metal buckle that she always wore loosely around her waist. Leesha thought she wore it just to have it at hand to beat her.

      She came at Leesha, who shrieked and retreated into the kitchen before realizing it was the last place she should have gone. There was only one way in or out.

      She screamed as the buckle cut through her dress and into her back. Elona swung again, and Leesha threw herself at her mother in desperation. As they tumbled to the floor, she heard the door open, and Steave’s voice. At the same time, there was a questioning call from the shop.

      Elona made good use of the distraction, punching her daughter full in the face. She was on her feet in an instant, whipping the belt into Leesha, drawing another scream from her lips.

      ‘What in the Core is going on?!’ came a cry from the doorway. Leesha looked up to see her father struggling to get into the kitchen, blocked by Steave’s meaty arm.

      ‘Get out of my way!’ Erny cried.

      ‘This is between them,’ Steave said with a grin.

      ‘This is my home you’re a guest in!’ Erny cried. ‘Get out of the way!’

      When Steave did not budge, Erny punched him.

      Everyone froze. It wasn’t clear that Steave had felt the punch at all. He broke the sudden silence with a laugh, casually shoving Erny and sending him flying into the common room.

      ‘You ladies settle yur differences in private,’ Steave said with a wink, pulling the kitchen door shut as Leesha’s mother rounded on her once more.

      Leesha wept quietly in the back room of her father’s shop, dabbing gently at her cuts and bruises. Had she the proper herbs, she could have done more, but cold water and cloth were all she had.

      She had fled into the shop right after her ordeal, locking the doors from the inside, and ignoring even the gentle knocks of her father. When the wounds were clean and the deepest cuts bound, Leesha curled up on the floor, shaking with pain and shame.

      ‘You’ll marry Gared the day you bleed,’ Elona had promised, ‘or we’ll do this every day until you do.’

      Leesha knew she meant it, and knew Gared’s rumour would have many people taking her mother’s side and insisting they wed, ignoring Leesha’s bruises as they had many times before.

      I won’t do it, Leesha promised herself. I’ll give myself to the night first.

      Just then, a cramp wracked her guts. Leesha groaned, and felt dampness on her thighs. Terrified, she swabbed herself with a clean cloth, praying fervently, but there, like a cruel joke of the Creator, was blood.

      Leesha shrieked. She heard an answering call from the house.

      There was a pounding at the door. ‘Leesha, are you all right?’ her father called.

      Leesha didn’t answer, staring at the blood in horror. Was it only two days ago she had been praying for it to come? Now she looked at it as if had come from the Core.

      ‘Leesha, open the door this instant, or you’ll have night to pay!’ her mother screeched.

      Leesha ignored her.

      ‘If you don’t listen to yur mother and open this door before I count to ten, Leesha, I swear I will break it down!’ Steave boomed.

      Fear gripped Leesha as Steave began to count. She had no doubt he could and would splinter the heavy wooden door with a single blow. She ran to the outer door, throwing it open.

      It was almost dark. The sky was deep purple, and the last sliver of sun would dip below the horizon in mere minutes.

      ‘Five!’ Steve called. ‘Four! Three!’

      Leesha sucked in her breath and ran from the house.

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