Four + Seven = One

Four is pregnant.

I cannot say how pleased I was to learn, though the child is Cain’s by way of ownership, it is not his by way of genetics. I think he planned it, she and another slave, so that .. if I do not make it through this, he will have a ready supply of milk for our son.

I was also surprised he had plans to free her. Seven, the slave who impregnated her has already been freed and is now learning a trade. He never ceases to surprise me.

Of course I have been forbidden to tell her this, hence, her constant moping.

We have not discussed entering the ether again, for which I am glad. One trip was more than enough; of course, this leaves me back at square one.

But better at square one then to be at the crossroads of a darkness I cannot control.