At first, she’d laughed at that pain. She’d had more painful cramps. She’d had to gnaw on wounds to extract bullets, place dislocated bones and twist disjointed joints. That was nothing. She smiled.
Marie had also smiled. Be careful, she warned. You all do the same. Soon you won’t be laughing anymore.
And she was right, as always, for that was her specialty. As the hours passed, the pain became more constant. Longer. More intense. She stopped smiling and frowned. Well, she'd deal with it. It wasn’t that hard.
Hours later it became unbearable and she began to curse under her breath, being tempted to let go of all the blasphemous swearing and vile words she had always heard from soldiery and never uttered, because she was, above all, very polite.
No. She wasn’t going to swear like a vulgar villager - and above all, she was not going to scream.
In the end, the only thing she was aware of was that horrible pain turning her into a useless piece of tra