Hope To Win

Susan was quiet to herself and her thoughts in the living room, and with her was Dena and Hannah who both sat on separate sofas and were also quiet. Susan had told them both about Vivian’s sacrifice, and none of them were pleased with the news. At least, none more than Susan.

“She was always kind to me,” Hannah said in a low tone.

Susan lifted her gaze. “Someone is at the door.”

And in a flash, she was at the door which briskly opened to reveal Dena’s father, the Chief priest.

He was in a red robe, with a feather sticking out of his unkempt, gray hair, and he held a staff with the carved head of what resembled an eagle on it.

“I must say when you called me,” he said and stroked his grey beard, “I thought you were bluffing. Your other guests? The human kind?”

“Not around,” Susan said. “They’ve both gone to work. Come in.”

Susan gave way to let Dena’s fath