The little girl in the house, had now grown to a child from toddler and the family was more hungry than ever. But no one could tell poor Bethany, as they have started to like her over the years which had made the family poorer and poorer. Soon they would die out of starvation.
"I need to go for a walk." Bethany told Thyge and left the house.
"Will you be back?" He asked fearing the worst. She just left and closed the door behind her. Thyge and her was all grown up now, and ate more food than children. Thyge could fish, but poor Bethany could not cook, clean or fish so she was only an obstacle.
Mauhlborg Chapel was more beautiful than ever and dawn had just arrived.
Bethany decided to visit the chapel and enjoy the sun. She knew she couldn't stay with the farmer family forever. A choice had to be made, and it wasn't easy. She longed for the days in her noble robes with her beloved Pettyr.
Something made her feel that she should go see the graveyard at the village chapel. In front of her, there was a tomb. On the tomb it said "Clara Housen" - She did not understand. Housen was her last name? She had never met anyone with that last name. And suddenly it all made sense.
She cried. Was this the remains of her real mother?
Later that evening she asked Thyge to go for a walk the same place they used to fish as children.
"I can't stay. The family can barely support themselves, so how are you supposed to keep supporting me?" She looked at Thyge with sorrow in her eyes. "I'm sorrry." She said.
Thyge didn't want her to leave, but there was nothing she could do. The family would starve to death either way, and her staying there wouldn't help things.
The next day she left the Farmer family without a word. She didn't want to make the choice harder than it already was, so no soppy goodbyes. They would notice soon enough.
On the road she stopped by a mill. It looked familiar. Was this the same mill she used to visit with her father? How close was she to Praaven City?
She entered the mill and took out her blanket, a pillow and the only fish she had in her bag as food. Things were tight.
She roasted the fish and ate the whole thing. Tomorrow she would not have any more food, but as she was hungry, sad and could not stop thinking about the remains of Clara, she had to eat something. Who was this woman anyway, beside her mother?
That night she fell asleep feeling left alone, in the way and with a lot of questions about her real mother, Clara.
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