Martyr Or The Death Of Saint Eulalia 2005l Page
That was the first thing the Roman guard, Decimus, noticed when they lowered the iron hooks. Her lips were two split figs, and her breath came in shallow, wet rasps. She was twelve years old, though hunger and the lash had made her look ten or sixty, depending on the light. They had stripped her of her tunic, and the air of the arena was cold as a grave.
“Again,” the magistrate whispered.
The girl had no more teeth left to spit. Martyr Or The Death Of Saint Eulalia 2005l
Emerita Augusta, Hispania, c. 304 AD
Eulalia did not open her eyes. But her lips moved. That was the first thing the Roman guard,
