The maid stood resolute, knowing any defence would be pointless. She has no hard evidence and if they demanded her life she would give it, despite being innocent. Her only consolation was the baby. She knew if she ran away she would go on living her life worrying and thinking about him. Death itself might be a better consolation that this unrequited love. For unrequited love in itself is poison, and this was a mother’s love. It could never be replaced. And so for him she would die, because it...