Slipping a basket over her arm, Priscilla made her way to Bethlehem's market. It was crowded with travelers in town for the census, soldiers and merchants. Sorting through a bin of onions, she noticed a young woman next to her examining the quality of some lentils.
"I see you are to be a mother too", observed Priscilla. The young woman--more of a girl, really--saw the sash of Priscilla's garment tied high; recognition crossed her face. "It is my first", she said shyly. Her accent was a northern one.