Lewis: Conscience Pricked Twice

I had not noticed her before Luke suggested I talk to her. A brief memory of an encounter with a  common thief earlier in the year came to the fore, but I decided it probably wasn’t her. How would that poor, unfortunate girl have found her way to the heart of Handrin, anyway?

“Hello,” I greeted. I wanted to say something further, but nothing came to mind. She smiled briefly.

“It’s okay,” she said and looked down at the ground. “There’s not much to say.”

“You are no longer in the dungeons … for the most part.” I spoke the final words slowly, glancing at the dungeon-like interior of our current location. She smiled again, obviously understanding the irony of my statement.

“There is that.” She took a deep breath. “But, that doesn’t make me feel much better.”

“What would make you feel better?”

“Seeing my father and brother again.” When I didn’t respond to that, she continued, “They are the biggest reason I joined Jon’s team, to give my family a chance.”

“What happened to them?” I asked, thankful that she was supplying most of the conversation.

“They were drafted into the war.” She frowned. “Which left the rest of us to fend for ourselves.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. “I was kind of forced into the army myself.”

“I’m sure your family was fine despite your absence.” She grimaced, her gaze reaching into my conscience somehow. “We weren’t so lucky.” She looked away and whispered to herself, “I did what I had to do.”

It was then that I realized that I was speaking with the very girl I remembered, and my conscience was pricked again.

The End

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