Chapter 13

The Hangman’s Daughter- Chapter 13


This is the room where Marie and Isabella are spending the night. That’s Isabella is bed over there beside the door. There she is, sleeping deep. She sleeps like a boy, limbs splayed, snoring noisily.

That’s Marie’s bed, by the window. The window looks out over the hill, which is bathed in moonlight.

Marie is sleeping sound, the comb clenched in her fist. The bed is good and warm, and she is so tired that she doesn’t have the energy to dream of Rashgiel, or her father lying on the bed, grey as a tombstone. She sleeps sound and black.