Flindra sponged off the swamp mud in the privacy of her tent. After she was clean and dry, she put on a fresh tunic and trousers. She would wait to clean the mud from her leather jerkin until after she met with the lieutenant. The tone of his voice hinted that it would be best if she didn't keep him waiting and cleaning up had already taken enough time.
As she dressed, she decided on a plan of action for dealing with Kalmyk and his questions. She had an instinctive feeling that he was going to delve into her history and that worried her for she still needed to keep her identity safe. She wouldn't lie to him; a lie would serve no purpose and quite likely would make the situation worse. Flindra knew her lieutenant was an intelligent and observant man. It wouldn't be easy to lie to him. It probably would be best if she'd admit to withholding the whole truth. She'd just refuse to tell him why. If he didn't accept that, she'd just have to face the consequences. Flindra hoped that he wouldn't be adamant in demanding a complete explanation.
She bowed her head briefly. "Beloved Spirit," she whispered reverently. "You have been with me all along. Help me to keep my identity safe. I don't wish to lie to the lieutenant." She paused and sighed. "Guide me," she finished and left her tent.
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