David held Anissa's shaking hands to help steady them but let her do the work, fastening the clasp around her wrist. An instant later, her father appeared, kneeling in the driveway dressed in a white turban and full purple pantaloons.
"How may I serve you my mistress?" He intoned the ritual words without looking up, until he heard Miriam's happy cry. Then he stood and opened his arms as she ran down the steps and flung herself at him.
Anissa remembered every word of the wishes David had used to free her. She modified them only a trifle. "Slave, it is my wish that you be freed from your servitude. It is my wish that any and all connections between you and the bracelet be permanently severed. Finally, it is my wish that you resume your natural life as you are now, beginning in the present place and time."
There was a flash and time shuddered briefly before returning to normal. Anissa's father unwound one arm from Miriam and held it out to Anissa. "Thank you, child."