them by our lines, saying to tell you they wish
them a long life and prosperity. My Lady, they had cut out their
manhood and burned out their eyes!
73 Your son begged the Healer to let him join The Lords, but the Healer
asked him to wait a couple of days until the grief had passed, so your
son asked to be put in his own tent and to have his aide attend him.
They agreed. They didn't know he had an extra pistol in his kit. He
used it."
74 "My Lords, my Lords!" cried Little Blossom. "Have You punished Your
servant because You put a weapon in her hand and she refused to use it?
No, never would my Lords punish Their faithful servant in such a way.
No. The enemy in the very hour that I consider mercy, has sealed his
fate, hastened his destruction. Gentlemen, leave me. I am a woman and
must grieve for him who I labored so hard to make. But be ready in the
morning. For we will march.
75 We will use your weapon. Lords, have mercy on the mothers that will
cry, but we will use your weapon. Now, leave me, please. I cannot hold
back my grief much longer."
76 And they went out from her, and no sooner were the doors shut behind
them, than she began .to wail. "Oh, miserable bullets! " she cried,
"Why could you have not been messengers of death? Why did I have to
live to see this hour?" And she began to weep bitterly.
77 Outside the door, her aides and servants listened. But as she
called for no one to share her grief, they respected her privacy and
did not enter in. Only when her weeping stopped did they peek inside
and see that she had fallen asleep.