The divan was scattered with plush cushions each one as colorful as the next and masterfully crafted. The muscled slaves waved their palm fronds to provide some semblance of coolness in the unforgiving heat of the early afternoon.

An attendant bowed before her and offered coffee and zallabiya. With a wave of her hand she refused.

I’m neither thirsty nor hungry. Why should I be, I’m dead! she thought unconvinced.

A breath of wind filled the sails and the raft swayed out of the harbor into the river.

The wind whispered. Words floated towards her.

.g.r.a.v.v.e. .d.a.n.g.e.r. .f.f.o.l.l.o.w. .t.h.e. .f.f.e.l.i.n.e

She closed her eyes and strained to hear more.

grave danger? follow the feline?

A bump released her from her dream. Her wrists ached. Her back ached. Her head ached. Slowly she opened her eyes, lest this be another dream. She was tied to the bundle.

“Where are you taking me!” she demanded angrily, straining to release her bonds.

“Wait and see princess” the old hag cackled “Wait and see.”