Zander snapped his fingers, and I watched as the walls of the tent disappeared and the freedom of the outside air rushed to meet me, to soothe the sweat still coating my skin. "You're safe, my lady." Zander's voice came as a near whisper."Odessa," I replied. "Call me Odessa, Zander." I gripped his forearm as he hauled me to my feet, letting me stretch my now worn, sore muscles. Pushing my hair from my face, I looked down at my sweat-soaked tunic, then back at Zander. Before I could ask if there was a stream nearby I could clean up in, he snapped his fingers, and not only were my clothes changed, but my skin was fresh, smelling of wildflowers and soap."Thank you," I squeezed his arm again. "You are most welcome, Odessa." He bowed slightly, snapping his fingers once more, making a table and chairs appear; each side had large plates of kedgeree, steaming, fresh… delicious.My stomach growled as he urged me to sit. Suddenly, a porcelain cup appeared, steaming hot with chamomile tea.
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