章 438: Luri

A small caravan with five bull-drawn carriages slowly made its way along a deserted dirt road in the dark of the night.

Each carriage held a dozen people which comprised of women, children and elderly, while the men walked beside them, surrounding each carriage from all sides.

In the second last carriage sat a young woman of around 20 years of age, tightly embracing an infant in her arms.

The temperature was around fourteen-degree centigrade outside and each of her breaths let out steam that was visible even under the torchlight.

She gently shook the infant back and forth with an anxious expression.

"Hildi, hold on my love, we'll be there soon," she whispered in the infant's ears who was had her eyes shut tight. Her face transitioned between a shade of red and white as she wheezed with some effort. Clearly she was very sick and the cold night was only adding to the pain she was feeling.