FORTY-SIX
"Here she is, Your Highness," a man's voice said. Not Haidar or Asad.
Anahita settled Vega on her glove and turned to face the newcomer.
She had to look up to meet the eyes of a tall woman in purple. Even her eyes were that unusual colour.
"Who is this?" Anahita asked coolly.
The bowing servant straightened, and she was surprised to see he wore nothing but a loincloth, like some lowly slave.
"I am Lord Kaveh, once the Grand Vizier of Tasnim, now slave to the ring that was once the prince's ring of office. My magic still runs strong through these tunnels, and the doors still open to my touch. I serve Prince Aladdin now," the man said smoothly.
The man who had made the jewelled gardens, Anahita remembered. But that did not give him the right to intrude in her private c
