"I was captured," Arvid says, which is the last thing Mathea was expecting. She gapes at him. "What?" "My brother called on me for a raid. One last one, he said." "I remember." "It was a failure. They caught him, and me. Lots of us." Arvid looks away, face twisting in memory. "Us, they held for ransom. The others were killed. My brother paid for our freedom with everything we owned. But it took months to arrange. When I got back, they told me Eidys had died, and you had gone with the baby. Our daughter." In the intensity of old truth revealed, neither Mathea nor Arvid notices the rustle of grass as Ylva shifts her position behind the sheltering rock, aghast at what she has heard.