The General's Daughter - A Sentimental Story

The General wiped his forearm across his face, his nostrils still filled with the bitter scents of battle. It was over, and the only sounds now were the shrieks of carrion birds as they soared over the plain and the murmur of the spring by the little grove of olive and fig trees.

Sheltering in the scant shade sat a group of young girls, their faces downcast. The unwanted prize of the enemy’s concubines...

The General's Daughter - A Sentimental Story