Freya found Margaret pacing the exterior of the hovel she’d prepared for Louella’s confinement when she returned with the doctor. Her footsteps had worn a smooth path in the dusty ground from her steady repetitions over it. She was clearly distraught.
“How is Davina?” Margaret anxiously asked.
“She and the baby are doing just fine,” Sally replied. “She’s a remarkably resilient girl and her daughter entered this world strong and healthy.”
“What a blessing,” Margaret said with relief.
“It’s a damned miracle if you ask me,” Freya said as she walked past Margaret toward the entrance of the prison. “That baby was technically in its second trimester. Yet, it came out a fully developed and completely healthy child.”
“You deal in magic. Why should this surprise you?” Sally asked as she followed Freya.
“Becau
