There were hundreds of bits of girls left lonely waiting for their bairns to come into the world--Some with scarce a penny unless friends took care of them.

There was a bit widow in her teens who was a distant kinswoman of his lordship's, and her poor lad was among those who were killed.

He had been a fine lad and he would never see his bairn.

The poor young widow had been ill with grief and the doctors said she must be hidden away in some quiet place where she would never hear of battles or see a newspaper.

She must be kept in peace and taken great care of if she was to gain strength to live through her time.