A week later, Sela was presented with a wardrobe fit for a queen. As she slipped into a soft, white gauzy summer dress, she wondered “did I wear this kind of clothing?”
With a little trepidation, she opened the door and slowly walked out of the room. She made her way over to the grand staircase, that seemed to float in mid-air. Looking down on the immense marble floor of the foyer, she began her descent.
Halfway down, she met a maid who stopped and asked “can I get you anything ma’am?” Sela asked her name. “My name is Charlotte, ma’am.” Sela said “hello Charlotte. Can you tell me how to get outside?”
Charlotte said “yes ma’am. I’ll take you to the gardens. It’s just this way.”
Sela walked out and took a deep breath of fresh air that she had smelled only from the window of her room. The perfume of row after row of flowers that lined the brick walkways compelled her to pick a rose from a nearby bush. The grounds looked like a painting you would expect to see at the Louvre. Saying that she found herself surrounded by overwhelming beauty would have been an understatement.
A large, vine-covered gazebo stood at the end of the path and boasted an inviting swing. Sela walked over, slid onto the swing and felt free as she pushed herself back and forth. She laughed like a school girl and let her long hair down, so that it flowed freely as if feeling freedom as well.
She didn’t notice the King watching her from the window high above, nor could she hear the conversation he was having with Roy.
In his usual manner of talking with his back turned, the King said “she’s been here for almost two months and we still know nothing?”
Roy said “we have searched and searched. Nothing. It’s like she’s a ghost.”
“Don’t we have somebody at the Police Department?” Roy answered “yes, but he came up with zip. There have been no missing persons bulletins, no inquiries, no calls. Like I said, we have nothing.”
The King, clearly annoyed said “everyone has a past. No one just magically appears as though they materialized out of thin air.” He raised his voice and said “just find out who she is! I don’t believe in coincidence or happenstance or serendipity. I’m a suspicious man and I believe that she’s here for a reason and I want to know what that reason is.”
Roy cautiously said “begging your pardon sir. Dr. Burt says she feels like a prisoner here. If you had some interaction with her, it might help. You may be able to gain her trust.”
The King was silent for a moment, then slightly shook his head up and down and said “yes. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
Roy said “you believe she’s an enemy, sir?” The King said “it’s your job to find out. Getting information that I request is what pays your salary and it’s a very nice salary, if I recall.”
As Roy was leaving the room, the King turned his back once more and said “I’ll consider your suggestion. In the meantime, I don’t care what you have to do. I don’t care who you have to threaten. I don’t care who you have to buy. I don’t care who you have to kill. Just do what you’re being paid for. Find out who she is.”
To be continued_______________