It had been months since Scarlet Rose had seen her father and mother. She was nervous as to what they would think of her skills with a bow and knife, especially her father, who hadn't been pleased with her profession in the first place. But when she saw them, all fears slipped away, for they had missed her terribly just as she had missed them. So it was a happy group around the table that night, father, mother, daughter and the hired boy from the farm nearby that she had never seen. They ate fresh bread and beans baked in a clay pot. The meal was delicious and afterward her father took her to see her flock. The fourteen originals had multiplied and now were twenty-three, eighteen ewes and five lambs, all with soft fluffy wool that would sell for a great price. The sheep greeted her with bleats of welcome and then went back to grazing on the lush grass. She laughed, sheep would always make her happy, even if they cared as much about her as the little insects they squashed underfoot.
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Scarlet Rose
Historical FictionA young shepherdess is picked for the role of warrior, and must undergo the harsh tests of courage and skill set by the Master.
