When I stood a little closer to the ladies, they gave diss-approving bows. I walked up to Fraiza, patted her on the shoulder. She drew back slowly. They all looked at me strangely. I thought I should try to explain. I reached out to sit on hipped leaves, I said "I'm sorry, i-".
"No, don't apologize." said Khadija. "you never know we might all do the same if we had a chance. It's comforting you came back." Khadija kissed me cheerfully.
Khadija's family were killed by the Romans, and ever since, I kept her under my roof and not only protected her but gave her the respect due to a lady and an orphan. We've done a lot together. And we do not fear god.
Men voices roared in the woods, engine rumbles, boots stamped rhythmically. "Stand up!, we're moving."
The soft crunch of footsteps we made on the loose soil as the leading officer shouted again "Hurr-rry up!"
Its early in the morning, the sky glowed with fog. "Bracing Breeze!!." One of the officers called, cheerfully wrapped in his cashmere coat.
I was chilled to the marrows. My hands and feet were blistered. Every muscles ached and my head felt as if it was someone else property, and we had to move through the cold.
We walked on for seven hours. On the way, one of the ladies collapsed. Without a word, two other stronger ladies picked her up, placed her arms around their shoulders and moved on. I was deeply moved , but my heart sank. I didn't know what to do. I was utterly dismayed.