She felt she had no other option, which is a dangerous emotion
in a mother.
But even though her life was worthless, as the priests kept
saying during the only daylight hours not spent toiling, she felt that this
newborn deserved better. After all, it was the Baron’s child, she could count
backwards well enough to know that one drunken rape led to this child.
Thus, in dead of night, she placed the child on the Baron’s
doorstep, hoping he would take her in.
The Baroness found the child, and knew, instantly, whose it
was.
She had it dealt with.
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