“She is waiting for you, O Lord. Go to her. She is waiting for you.”
He walked through the dead bodies. Rats and dogs were feeding on dead men. He was looking for her. But she was not there. Not among the dead.
She was alive. He felt a huge surge of energy. She was alive.
He ran out into the field. Thanking the gods. Thanking them she was alive. But she was missing. Where was she?
He walked out into the field, arms spead wide. She came to him. From the forest. Like a bad dream.
She stood before him covered in mud and in blood. He touched her. For the first time, he felt her skin under his fingers. She was ok. She was not wounded. It was someone else’s blood.