ABSTRACT
After the battle dusts settled, there was no moment of longed-for calm, no well-deserved relief. The princesses lifted their heads slowly and looked around, as the white men had taught them. What was left to survey? Smashed up, ripped out, cracked open. Shattered, splintered, torn, trashed. Not much to look at. Bits and pieces which didn’t quite make a whole, injuries from no particular source. Plenty of pain.
