"Do you think it's the child's birth that brings in the end, or is it the child itself?" and spit and staunchweed, how I'm t'have any mind for that... But Kate asks, so I think on it.
"Know little enough of these matters," I say slow, and think of the way mam laid things out, story and story and echoing truth. "Think that's a matter of--pardon, Kate--whether she's truly carrying a child, or whether she's carrying thing from the tower born to flesh, as was your god with Christ. If she's carrying child... well. Care t'have some faith in children standing against their parents, no matter whether they're cruelty come walking." Quick twist of a smile at that. "If it's the thing from the tower come over again-- though either way I suppose this makes it matter of what the child comes t'set its hand to."
"If this gets widely known, Wanda's life will be in danger," she says, and nod. "I think many people would be happy to try to kill the child, and her with it."
"Sorry for saying it," I say quiet, "but there're worse things I could see happen. Wanda's sworn herself t'that thing, and forgives it and its lickspittles any horror they set to her, and shrieks at those as'd stand in their way. And they have done t'her as the Shuck did to Dorian and more aside." I shrug into my coat. "I pity her, Kate, and I'd not wish more pain t'her, but she's gone poison."
And Kate speaks of whether it left her unprotected, and I think of that. "May've," I say thoughtful. "Could see it spreading word of that, for pleasure at seeing her torn to pieces. But if it wants her t'birth the child, then no, like not." Run one hand over the back of my neck, tired again.
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Date: 2010-09-07 12:59 pm (UTC)"Know little enough of these matters," I say slow, and think of the way mam laid things out, story and story and echoing truth. "Think that's a matter of--pardon, Kate--whether she's truly carrying a child, or whether she's carrying thing from the tower born to flesh, as was your god with Christ. If she's carrying child... well. Care t'have some faith in children standing against their parents, no matter whether they're cruelty come walking." Quick twist of a smile at that. "If it's the thing from the tower come over again-- though either way I suppose this makes it matter of what the child comes t'set its hand to."
"If this gets widely known, Wanda's life will be in danger," she says, and nod. "I think many people would be happy to try to kill the child, and her with it."
"Sorry for saying it," I say quiet, "but there're worse things I could see happen. Wanda's sworn herself t'that thing, and forgives it and its lickspittles any horror they set to her, and shrieks at those as'd stand in their way. And they have done t'her as the Shuck did to Dorian and more aside." I shrug into my coat. "I pity her, Kate, and I'd not wish more pain t'her, but she's gone poison."
And Kate speaks of whether it left her unprotected, and I think of that. "May've," I say thoughtful. "Could see it spreading word of that, for pleasure at seeing her torn to pieces. But if it wants her t'birth the child, then no, like not." Run one hand over the back of my neck, tired again.