Daughters Revolution / Season 1, Episode 4
Blood on the Blade
Episode 4: Blood on the Blade The wind howls through the skeletal trees, clawing at Solange’s face as she kneels beside Élise, her hands pressing hard against the younger woman’s shoulder. Blood seeps through her fingers, warm and sticky, the metallic tang sharp in the frigid air. Élise’s breaths come in shallow gasps, her skin pale as the frost-dusted ground beneath them. “Hold still,” Solange mutters, her voice tight, barely audible over the distant crack of musket fire echoing through the forest. She tears a strip from her own ragged sleeve, the fabric ripping with a harsh, uneven sound, and binds it around Élise’s wound. It’s not enough—never enough—but it’ll have to do for now. “You… you see him fall?” Élise wheezes, her eyes glassy, searching Solange’s face for something—reassurance, maybe, or absolution. Her fingers clutch at the dirt, nails scraping against frozen earth. Solange doesn’t answer right away. Her gaze flicks to the clearing beyond, where the body of the British soldier lies sprawled, his red coat a stark slash against the gray dawn. She’d seen Élise’s shot connect, watched the man jerk backward, his musket tumbling from his hands. But there’s no time to dwell on it. Not with more redcoats likely closing in, their shouts growing louder, carried on the biting wind. “Yeah,” she finally says, her...