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possibly have been more than
dreams—like a foretelling of the future? Fingers clutching her blankets, she
stared around her.
    A
beautiful, stained-glass partition showing flowers in a meadow stood a few feet
from the end of the bed. To her right and left, the stone wall curved out of
sight. She was in a tower room of the Sorcerer Bossgond.
    “Lladrana,”
she whispered, and the word seemed to sink down, down, echoing through the
floor, through the two stories beneath her, into the ground—and sent a
resonance back. The faint, broken notes of a beautiful, sad melody rose to
strum in her mind like a sobbing violin. She shook her head, but the song
remained, hovering in the back of her brain.
    Inhaling
deeply, she tasted the faint tang of salt, and noted the waves again. She was
on an island. Beyond the glass partition she saw bright sunlight from the
windows on the far tower wall. She’d traveled through a wind-whistling space,
but not outer space—another dimension?
    Her
stomach rumbled, and she focused on her hunger…and finding a bathroom. Last
night she’d merely stumbled into the room, found the bed behind the glass
partition. Letting the cloak drop where she stood, she had crawled under the
covers. She’d shivered, then visualized heat surrounding her body and it had
happened. Magic? Maybe.
    She
hopped from the bed and her feet sank into a luxurious rug of jewel-toned
colors. The long gray cape she’d borrowed from one of the Marshalls who’d
summoned her lay like a dark cloud against the carpet. She frowned as she
picked it up. Though it had braided frog-fastenings all the way down the front,
she didn’t consider it viable clothing, but since it was all she had, she
swirled it around her, pushed her arms through the slits and looped the frogs.
Feeling a little better—and warmer—she noticed shelves on the far side of the
bed where a stack of clothes were folded. She’d investigate later.
    Though
the glass partition didn’t rise as far as the stone ceiling, it ran along this
portion of the tower ending at the wall to her right. To her left, there was
space enough for a doorway. When she walked around the partition, she saw that
the bedroom was approximately a third of the whole room. The other two-thirds
looked like a study, except for a small, carved wooden closet protruding
halfway down the round wall in front of her. The closet door faced her. She
hurried to it, opened the door and sighed in relief at the sight of an
old-fashioned toilet with the tank near the ceiling.
    When
she was done, she left the closet in search of a sink and found multiple ones
behind the closet. On the far side of the sinks was a counter that held
glassware, like an old alchemist’s setup.
    Then
came the door to the stairway and, after the door, a huge desk. Shelves lined
the room, except for the three large window embrasures and a fireplace. A small
grouping of two chairs and a love seat sat in front of the fireplace close to
the stained glass.
    It
was charming, but not home. How long would she be here? She only wanted help
for Andrew, then she’d leave.
    A
horn blew and Marian jumped. Bossgond’s voice came to her. Breakfast and
lessons in fifteen minutes . None of the words were hard, so she grasped the
meaning and hurried back to the clothes shelves in the bedroom.
    She
touched the yoke of a royal-blue velvet garment, then lifted it and found
herself holding a long gown with embroidered yellow birds. It seemed to be her
size.
    Additionally,
she had a green dress, a maroon one and a black gown—all with little yellow
birds and narrow three-quarter-length sleeves.
    Though
the blue robe had looked and felt heavy when she held it, the minute she put it
on it seemed like gossamer. It molded around her breasts and lifted them, and
Marian squeaked in surprise. Built-in magical bra! This would take some getting
used to. The gown sent warmth to her skin—reflecting her own heat?
    Marian
looked dubiously at the one pair of