“I wouldn’t bother if I were you. He does this for a living.” The two men looked up from their seats across the candle lit table. “The penitent Thief doesn’t suit you Lucas, unabashed gambler was always more your speed.”
“Diversity is the spice of life dear brother.” Lucas stood and held his arms wide to embrace the newcomer.
The Shepherd’s wife gave birth on the first day of the lambing, just as the witch said she would; and, like the witch foretold she gave birth to twins. The first had fair skin and striking green eyes the second was dark and its eyes were as cold and clear as ice. They knew at once the curse was real.
Without regret or hesitation the Sheppard took it outside and before it could utter its first cry saw to it that it would never harm the tribe.
It was only later, when the Shepherdess brought the child to her breast to feed did they realise their mistake. The choked off scream as its fangs pierced her skin was almost more than the Shepherd could bare. The witch had won after all.