A Name

"That man standing there, he is my servant," then I turned to the man glaring at him, the coward "make yourself useful and prepare something for my guest."

"Yes, Dark One."

"It's good to see you again," Glynda turned to me with a smile. She turned to face my servant glaring at him as dissect him with her eyes to see into him.

"Let's go to my room to speak privately."

With the snap of my fingers both the white witch and I vanished in a swirl of smoke. A second later we appeared in my private quarters; I offered her a seat at a table near the balcony in my room.

"He seems nice," Glynda said taking a seat.

"He's weak and a coward."

"That's rather harsh, but it's about time you got some help."

"He's just here to serve me, don't misunderstand."

"Well that's just sad; you are going to need his help though, Dwyera."