"Hello, Sister," said the other pig.
"This is a trick!" said Pyg, but deep within her, she knew the Master was Dawnsong, the brother taken in her stead on the night of their birth. But how did he know her?
"This is a trick!" she repeated as if to convince herself. "My mother said Dawnsong was dead!"
"Dawnsong? Is that what I was to be named?" said the Master. "I am named Strangeborn, but no one calls me that anymore. Your mother - that is, our mother - never took the trouble to find out what became of me. For that I can't blame her. Who is a pig against the wolves?"
The Master's voice dripped with sarcasm. Who, indeed, was a pig amongst the wolves? Why, himself. The leader of the worst of them.
"Our mother wouldn't have become a murderer to make peace with other murderers," Pyg spat.
The Master ignored this remark.
"I was taken, along with so many other newborn babes that night, by the persecuted," he explained. "Our deaths were to be revenge for the wolves' ill-treatment