The lead soldier laughed. “I know what I have gained, claiming you as a prize.”
“Angelus Caput,” one of the other soldiers said, and strange words flowed from his lips.
Dael put a hand on Ma’s shoulder, nudged. “Run,” he whispered.
She hesitated. The soldiers were arguing. Dael nudged her again.
“Now,” he hissed.
She was confused; the soldiers talked of slavery, but they seemed kind, almost jocular. She didn’t realize they’d probably killed her husband and other son.
“Run, Ma!” Dael yelled, and shoved.
The soldiers cried out, brought up their weapons.
Dael reached for his gift and pushed.
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