"Blessed times in the light, I am a new man. Every evening, when she comes, I listen to her speaking to my children. Teaching them society, how to read and write, she teaches them history, and everything they need. I am delighted to hear the sound of her voice echoing in the manor. The dining room has been transformed into a classroom. Except for the boy, my children are happy to learn.
Tara told me that they should have names now that they are safe. I thought of it, but I don't care much. I explained the problem to Miranda, she also had no idea what to give to them. After all, they grew up all their life with such names as "the blond", "the boy", "the brunette", "the little one", and so on. None of them had a proper identity, children of whores. They were children of the shame of the society. They were supposed to be forgotten as fast as they would come to the world, only knowing a life hidden in the darkness.
