“Yes, Dolsi, one you don’t want to miss.”
Dolsi noted the mystery in his voice as he lay the basket next to Sheeba’s table-top cradle. He opened the cover to reveal the tiny baby. Dolsi looked on the child with joy and confusion, hoping Horris had an explanation.
“Where did it come from?” she asked, looking up at him.
“She was abandoned in Death Canyon. Stu and I found her. Dolsi, I know we have all we can handle, but I couldn’t just leave her there. I’ll take her to the village tomorrow and find…”
“Nonsense, she’ll stay with us. Besides, she has webbed hands, no one would take her like that. Besides, Sheeba will have a sister, someone to play with.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am if you are. You must have been to have brought her home. She is our daughter now.” Dolsi noticed the pretty cactus flower in the basket with the baby. “Oh, look, Horris, an Oli blossom. We shall call her Olya, flower child,” she said, lifting the baby out of the basket. “Oh, Horris, Olya has no clothes, and she’s filthy.”
“I understand, Dolsi. You tend the baby; I’ll watch the stew.”
Dolsi happily saw to the new baby, her days of sorrow as a prisoner long gone. She had a bew life, one with Horris and her two daughters, but the memories were never far behind.
Dolsi was one a slave in Doemah and was sent to the harem of the great nobles, but unlike the other slave girls, Dolsi dared to escape. As a result, an operation was preformed on her to rid her of the ability of reproduction. She was eventually freed after Poe’s great battle, but at the cost of what she believed her only asset.
Horris knew of the from the beginning and pleaded with her that it didn’t matter. He said that it made him love her more, but it was hard for Dolsi to believe this.
Because of her mistrust, she became more and more depressed as the years passed. She wanted a child, begged the spirits to grant her request. She waited patiently for her prayer to be answered, but no child ever came.
To Be Continued...