This one is for Sacha.
The pasha, sultan, ruler of all he surveyed, listened with open mouth to the magical stories that flowed from the girl’s lips. For three years he had called for her every night, and every night ended with dawn breaking and the story unfinished. This was the first time she had finished a story in one night.
“I have no more tales to tell,’ she said and turned her face away.
The pasha, sultan, ruler of all he surveyed, thought over his decision to kill the girl and find himself another virgin for one night.
“Fear not, I will not take your life,” he said, after due consideration. “I will marry you and make you the queen of all my wives.”
The dawn was a faint red blush in the sky, the light still too feeble to pick out the features of the girl, so he did not see the tears of despair that pricked beneath her lashes.