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RASHA DIDN'T HAVE TO REACH her room to discover the problem. Several servants were coming and going from her room, carrying bedding and wearing masks over their faces. Bashir had already been called. He paced outside the door, looking anxious. He looked up when he saw her coming.
"She's sick, just like the other young lady. I think we might have a bigger problem on our hands than originally thought."
"Is there a cure?"
Bashir shook his head.
"Too many people have died from this sickness already. I can't have the young ladies in the palace exposed. If they are sent home, they might spread it to their lands, if they've already contracted it somehow
."
Bashir's normally put together facade was falling apart. He looked like he'd thrown on his clothes from the night before and his hai
