Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 71

rising to her feet she realised he was right, she did
have questions, but she was exhausted and the chance
of sleep sounded appealing. “What was that you
called me?” she asked as he led her to her room.” “It’s
simply a term of reverence, M’Lady,” he smiled as
he opened the door to her chamber. “If you need me,
I will be outside your room,” and with that he left her
alone.

Damitri moved over to a seat and offered it to her.
She gave Damitri an apprehensive look before sitting
down, “I expect you have a great many questions
Selina, daughter of Sofia,” the figure continued without moving. “Wait, you know of my mother?” Selina
found the simple statement rocking through her and
she almost found herself standing.

Selina awoke to a tapping on her door and as she
opened her eyes she found a single candle glowing
in the corner of her room. The narrow window in her
room showed the nights sky and she groaned as she
climbed up from her bed, the aches and pains from her
previous night’s ordeal finally beginning to take their
toll.
The knock came from the door again. “I’m coming,”
she called out as she stumbled over to the door. She
lifted the bolt and opened it to be greeted by the familiar face of Damitri.
“I’m sorry to have woken you,” he apologised, “but
I have someone who wishes to speak with you.” She
nodded and, after using the basin to wake herself, she
followed Damitri down the hall until they stopped at a
large ornate door.
“Please be patient,” Damitri said turning to her, “we
will answer all your questions before the night is
through,” and with that Damitri knocked once and
opened the door.

“Indeed,” the figure said turning back to her, revealing
his kind features, “I have heard a great deal about you,
Madainn Reul.”
She shot a glance to Damitri, a confused look on her
face.