The Making of She Prays for Victory
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Spoiler Alert: This post contains spoilers for the story “She Prays for Victory”
Content Warning: Discussion of rape and the effects of rape, grisly images, brutal violence
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When she had placed their weapons in their hands and smoothed their tattered garments as best she could, she began to go to and fro about the gorge.
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Her heart standing still, and at the same time pounding to burst from her chest, she swept up behind the Roman and felled him with a single blow.
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With that, she came back to herself.
With a quickening pulse, she strode toward it now, the urgency of her errand rushing back over her, and she laid her hands on the ancient bark with only vanishing trepidation.
She ran out of the town, past the tents of her clan where they had pitched them overlooking the road from the north, and out of sight.
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Turning to Mave, she placed her foot on the dead woman's hip to hold the body still.
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“And also,” said Mave, “we heard rumors of strange and disturbing portents away down at Camulodunum.”
Camulodunum stood in darkness still when she arrived, with only the faintest suggestion of dawn at the very rim of her vision.
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She looked from one to the other—from Mave's grim resolve to Lavena's controlled wretchedness.
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“We can rebuild,” said Lavena. “We still have the land; that’s what matters.”
The wind blew life back into her as she walked, and by the time she was halfway home her grief had found its solace in the pricking of the cold against her skin and the warmth in her legs as she climbed.
Tossing the ax into her other hand, she pushed the old man away. He stumbled and fell to the ground, but more barred her way.
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Content Warning: Scarring, self-harm, firearms, animal attack, grisly images
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Then, as they did not back down but brandished their weapons anew, she tilted her head back.
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Even in the closeness of the vault, the light from the sky above shone brightly enough for her to take in the curve of the hollowed cheeks.
She let the feeble push propel her to the window, even as she heard a hand on the doorknob.
“I wish we could stay this way forever.”
Long after the mourners had dispersed and the sextons had emerged from the tomb, closing the great stone door behind them, she stood upon the cliff.
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Another distant boom echoed from above as she swept up her benefactor’s remains
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Blood bubbled up around her fingers.
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The edge of the knife rang as she drew the blade down the length of the well-oiled stone and pulled it away for the fifth time.
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Content Warning: Bondage, grisly images, intimidation, child traumatization, violence, oppression, child endangerment
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“It would be a shame to execute such a hero as yourself,” he said.
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Looking down, she saw the same fear on Walter's face that she had already witnessed earlier that day.
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She heard his scream, and the subsequent thump of his body on the rock, as she turned back toward the Vogt.
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The crew cried out again in terror as the ship yawed to the left, back out into the open lake.
She froze, readying herself to resist, but he cried out to her above the roaring of the wind. “Save us!” he shouted.
When he woke again, she kissed him and, in her most cheerful voice, said, “Come, we are going to the market!”
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Forcing their way in the moment she opened the door, they began to upend her small dwelling.
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Winter had come early that year, and the thick-falling snow had deadened the sound of his wailing.
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The ropes gouged at the flesh of her arms and thighs as she fell to the floor of the small ship.
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“There's no need,” said a voice behind him as his own temporarily failed him and he paused to renew his strength. “It is coming for us.”
When he emerged, drying his tears and clutching a small jar of water and the few cakes of bread, the stranger was still lying on the sand where he left her.
Despite his own size and strength, the force of her effort nearly collapsed his knees, and he pushed back with every ounce of muscle in his quaking legs and back.
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“What is that?” the mourner cried suddenly.
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“I fought my way back to the surface, and my heart quickened as my head burst through the waves once more.”
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The bereft husband heard his assailant pass by him, kicking aside the scattered bones as he went.
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“The Aviator called out to me, ‘It is this wind or none for us. Shall I take the chance?’”
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“Then my heart stopped entirely as we dropped down.”
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“At one time—as I learned—the king of the city had been betrayed by his closest advisor.”
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Already poised at the very edge of panic, he responded quicker than thought.
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The tomb reached up to swallow him as they lowered him inch by inch into its black depths.
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The waters of Lake Van shone still and clear as the sun rose over the mountains.
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Spinning around, she saw a face mashed into the window of the first door on her left.
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The prison reeked of filth, even from the outside.
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The background noise of the city faded into mere whispers as she crept forward.
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Satisfied with her work, she turned away again and disappeared up the street and into another alley.
By nightfall the fish had been removed from the streets, their guts and oil deposits washed away, and the horrible smell had begun to dissipate.
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On the first day after the king had ordered the new restrictions and increased oversight, she had accompanied a patrol to one of the merchants' warehouses.
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“You're unhappy with this, I know,” he said.
“Every growing city has a prosperous merchant class,” he explained. “The more prosperity they bring to Eridu, the better off even the peasants will be.”
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Her mouth fell open at this, and he hastened to reassure her.
He glanced at the three scribes standing on the other side of the room, and she nodded, sending them hastening from the room.
Three streets away, past the wall that surrounded the king’s house, clustered a small group of men, but their faces were turning away from hers even as she spotted them.
They had sailed back into the port of Eridu together, she and he, triumphant from thrusting back one of the nomadic tribes that had begun to infringe upon their land.
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I would drown, she thought to herself.
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Those closest to her moved first.
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When she emerged into the courtyard with the carcass once more perched on her shoulders, she found it all but empty.
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She relaxed ever so slightly and, mentally shrugging off the slow-witted mien in which she had enshrouded herself, allowed her brain to speed up again.
She knew she had aroused only mild suspicion; none had yet drawn a weapon. If they had sensed any real danger, she would have had a blade at her throat.
They didn’t deserve to have their throats cut, she reminded herself.