The Last Servant The girl leaned over the clay bowl on the floor, her hands halted between the water and her face. Her large brown eyes stared into the dripping mirror she held cupped in her palms. The older she grew, the more and more frequently she'd catch herself kneeling this way in the middle of washing. The only light in the village came from little oil lamps and from the great mouth of the cave, though even that was only significantly bright during the heat of the day. Tilting her head and adjusting the angle of her hands, she could just see the scar in the dull