In the wake of every raid, every incursion, and every battle, inevitably there are those who pay a greater price than the rest. Sure, it is something to die slowly as the poison from a gut wound takes its time coursing through the body, leaving a victim to die slowly over many days, but it’s the children and the wives who are cast into poverty and destitution who must face untold hardships without the coin earned from soldiering or taking on a trade. Many women give up children to orphanages so they can feed the rest, whilst others offer the only commodity they have, their bodies, to make ends meet. But a few refuse to lie down and die, to face each day pinched with hunger, watching as their children perish from disease or starvation. A few fight back.[1a]