Tearless Grief – September 1419

That she who had cried so long for naught could not find one tear to shed beside her daughter’s grave seemed strange to those who did not know her.  Yet some could see that the wall of numb grief that had coalesced around her heart was all that kept Eglantine from shattering altogether.  She had hoped in the darkest hours that her child might forget the violence that had torn her soul and body.  Her prayers had been in vain.  Deep cool water had washed away Pervinca’s pain, along with her life, her song forever lost to her mother’s heart.