NINE
When Zuleika regained consciousness, she couldn't feel her body. The one exception was her throat, which burned like she'd swallowed liquid fire. She coughed weakly, relieved to find her ears still worked.
"What is it?"
"Is it a bird?"
"No, I saw a flash, like lightning. That be no bird."
"It's a girl!"
"A corpse, more like. She's not moving."
"Her dress is soaked through. She'll freeze, laying out here in the snow like that. Feel her skin. Cold as ice, she is."
"See? A corpse, like I told you."
"She's no corpse, you old fool! She still draws breath. We better get her inside and warm before she perishes of cold."
"But the master..."
Zuleika heard what sounded like a slap.
"Shhh. You'll scare the maid to death."
Zuleika wanted to tell her rescuers that she feared little any more, but her voice died in her damaged throat. For when she opened her eyes, she saw no one at all. Nothing but a walled garden, shrouded in snow. Her eyes drifted shut, and the darkness embraced her once more.