The world seemed suspended.
Madhalene looked at the dead child in her arms.
Then at the living baby.
Then at Lythiel.
Everything happened quickly.
Without room for doubt.
She made the decision.
She carried the lifeless body to the river.
The earth was damp.
Easy to dig.
Near blue flowers.
And an ancient tree.
Large.
Imposing.
She buried the baby.
Nameless.
Unmarked.
No history.
And she returned.
With the other.