Our first foray into subscription-only content, here’s a previously unpublished short story titled Say My Name, by Danielle Linder.
It was hard enough to get the silly creature to ask for her infant back in the first place, and then she couldn't even guess. Not a whisker. Crookshanks, she asked, or Sheepshanks, is your name Spindleshanks! For the sake of every ever-loving god under the burning sun.
It's not as if I'd know what to do with a newborn any more than she would. Less, in fact. A miller's daughter might be close to nobility but when all's said and done she's close to being a peasant girl, too. She'll have seen babes and births before now, and by this time she certainly knows where they come from, if she didn't before. If she hadn't guessed, in the end, I'd have had to find a wet-nurse and someone to raise the tot for me, so it only made sense to nudge things along a little. She needed all the help she could get, really.
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