She looked very fit for her age.The family woman was wearing saree and blouse. I noticed that she was not wearing any bra. I guessed from the style of...saree and their language that this family must be from Rajasthan. The train was yet to start. One tea vendor was selling tea and I bought one cup. I wanted to thank the lady who offered me a place and asked her if she wanted tea. She said yes. She wanted to pay for her tea but I refused. I held her hand and asked her to let me pay. Her hands were. Innocent in every way. I leave her to sleep, for now.I continue down the hall to the last door, left open a crack in case the baby needs them in the middle of the night. I enter without a sound. The room is bigger than it needs to be, showing off wealth like the rest of the house. Expensive curtains, dressers, a master bathroom off to the side. And a grand, king sized four-poster-bed, with curtains pulled back, hanging from horizontal beams above. And on the mattress lays two big bundled heaps.. ”“We know he is your father,” Aran began. “But Berrigan is dangerous. Not just to us, but to the people of Ironshire as well. You saw how he treated Smythe, and how he has no doubt treated you.”A sad look crossed the young man’s face. “I just wanted him to accept me, so I did everything he asked of me, and I never questioned him. At least until I met Master Smythe.” Kedron went on to tell what it was like being raised by a devout Herald. Memorising the centuries-old precepts, daily rituals of. Tears streaked my made-up face and my heart tried to pound out of my chest as he jerked my arms behind my back and restrained me in handcuffs. Ouch! My first feel of metal against flesh. Restrained. Helpless. Vulnerable. All those words flooded my young brain, eliciting fear. Using his hand, he ducked my head for me as I climbed into the back of the police car. Desperate to escape, I struggled and the cuffs ratcheted tighter and tighter. I was sent to juvenile detention for ten days for.