Present Day
Tillie caught up with the Fae nursemaid by nightfall finding her amongst a larger party of travellers who had taken pity on the woman and child travelling alone. Tillie strode across the rough campsite to where the woman sat oblivious and backhanded her with every ounce of strength that she possessed. “You f-king little Fae grub!”
“Hang on now!” A man exclaimed, stepping forward in a hurry to shield the maid from Tillie’s wrath. “Take it easy, miss. She has a baby.”
“My baby,” Tillie snarled at him. “She has my baby. She is my wet nurse and abducted my child.”
“Is that so?” One of the women was immediately outraged on Tillie’s behalf.
“Check her ears if you doubt me,” Tillie declared. “She is a f-king Fae nursemaid trying to flee back to Erith with my baby!”
“What are you doing with a Fae nursemaid?” The man was dubious.