The Princess of the very long name and her adviser, the sand cat who had offered no name, sat together, finishing a dinner of small fruits and cheeses for her and meats for him.
Only as she had nibbled up the last fruit did Malina think to ask. “This place is abandoned. The sand leaks in the gates, pours over the walls. It’s been empty a long time. So where does the food come from?” She looked at her plate, wondering if it were some strange sort of oasis-illusion.
“Where does the food come from?”: