The King came to the Oracle, his guards waiting outside her chamber door. He had never been here, and he shifted uncomfortably. An old woman came forward, her hand outstretched, and he dropped a bag full of coins in her weathered old hand. "Are you The Oracle?" he asked her, looking at her beggars clothes and bent body. She snorted, shaking her head, but pocketing the coins at her belt. "Follow me. " she said, walking slowly towards a large arched entryway draped in heavy silks. The smell of incence wafted in the air, mixed with .. was that honeysuckle? The King couldn't place the scent. It was light, lingered on the air, still and sweet. He shook his head.. "witch's glamour" he grumbled and glared at the old woman. She stopped and pulled back the silken curtains, revealing an open, high ceiling chamber, cushions placed here and there through the room. Two chairs by a fireplace framed a small table with fruits. Large rugs covered some ...
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