I stopped with start when I saw the two policeman.
I took a step backwards and watched them. They spoke to each other and entered the large in which the hay was stored.
It was such a tiny bundle, a helpless little thing, killed by its own mother and hidden in the hay. It had no father who would accept it his child. So it had to die. A fatherless baby in that little village was a terrible thing, and women like its mother were cursed, perhaps even killed.
And Then they brought out the mother. She didn't hide her head guilty, as they wanted her to. She still held her head high, and looked straight at all of us.