It was a good, easy life, and damned if Haera didn’t deserve it. Bracing her booted foot against the ground, she leaned back against the hill and brought bread to her mouth.
Moses immediately put his hooves on her shoulder, his slitted eyes fixed with anticipation.
“Gabari’s Tits,” Haera swore.
The goat head-butted her and released a confident bleat.
Haera looked up, her fingers shifting towards the bound sword beside her, but it was only Lucas, a village boy.
“Shepherdess! Take up your sword! The Twelve are here!”
If only the child understood the ruinous import of his plea.