She stopped squarely in front of him. “You wanted to speak to me?”
The Commander smiled. “Yes, my dear. But I have found that the best conversations take place on a full stomach. Please join me, won’t you?” Turning toward the servants who were stationed around the room, he added, “And would someone get something to clean up that arm. I detest the sight of blood.”
Immediately, a mare approached Carling with a warm cloth and gently cleaned her cut, smiling sympathetically as she did so. Carling appreciated the show of kindness, something she had been sorely missing, and smiled back. Several other Centaurs appeared then, carrying platters of food, the sight of which both thrilled and sickened her.
Standing in front of the copious amounts of food, Carling placed her hands on her hips and said, “I will not eat until my friends have been fed.”
The Commander slowly smiled and nodded. “Very benevolent of you, I must say.” Turning to his servants, he said, “Take some of this to the other prisoners.” Immediately three Centaurs left the room with platters of food.
“Now, Knightess in Shining Armor, please eat.”
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