I watched the scenery roll by as we were driven down the bumpy dirt road.
I turned to my mother and held her as she cried.
"They can't do this. Why? Why do they do this."
My mother held my face in her hands as she continued to say things to me. I did not reply, for we both knew the answer.
They did it because they could. They did it because the rest of us were to scared to fight back. They did it because they had power.
I tightened my hold on my frail mother's body and let more silent tears slip down my cheeks.
"I promise you mother, we will be okay."
I turned and looked at her and wiped the tears away from her pruned cheeks.
I laid her head on my shoulder and rocked us. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I promise."
My eyes shot open and so did my mother's.
We rolled to a slow stop and the carriage jolted a little. I let go of my mother and slowly leaned towards the small window.
All the guards who had accompanied us were bowing to someone I could not see.
"Take the boy to my chambers. Put the mother in her own room."
I heard them agree and start off towards the palace. I looked past the guards and saw we were already at the gates.
My eyebrows knitted in confusion. How in the world did we reach the palace this fast?
"Get away from the window."
A guard pushed me back and my shoulder hit the other side of the carriage.
I held my shoulder as the carriage started up again.
"Oh dear, does it hurt badly?"
I shook my head and brushed off my mother's concern. She shouldn't worry about me. I should worry about her and her well being.
I crawled back over to her side of the carriage and sat down by her side.
"Son. Why must life be so hard. All I wanted to do was live a simple life with the man I love and my child. Why must God forsake us?"
"God has turned the other cheek for us. So we have to hold our own."
My mother took a deep breath and rested her head on the wall behind us.
I knew what I said was not what my mother wanted to hear, but I had no comforting words to say. For I too was forsaken with her.
I sighed and rested my head against the wall by my mother's.
I thought back to when the soldier told me the King wanted me for unknown purposes.
What in God's name does that man want me for? I have no strength whatsoever, no special talent that I know of. It was baffling. Why did he want me?
I let another sigh escape my chapped lips. There was no use in trying to figure out what he wanted with me.
Only time could tell.
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