“Father, where’s Mother?â€? my four year old, Katherine, innocently asked me. “She is visiting the queen,â€? I replied and held her in my arms. I had tears in my eyes, and wiped them off as if they were bugs; just mindless small nuisances on my face. Katherine is too young to comprehend the terror and hate of the world. But unfortunately, she would soon experience it. Presently she drifted into a light sleep so I lay her down in the alley. We are peasants, rats, some people called us. But this dark alley was the only thing we had to call home. Our most recent dinner consisted of the fat of a turkey bone from the floor of a house we had raided. I had almost made it to their leftover casserole and pie, but they caught me. They struck me with a pot, and took my wife to the dungeon. She is set to be hanged this week. Then I closed my eyes and they didn’t open until the sun rose.