Pan had intended to remain in the bath a while longer, but due in part to the fact the guard was now waiting for him with his arms crossed, and in part to the fact the water had Bathor’s seed floating around in it, he left the bath and dried himself. He returned the towel to one of the naked servants with a smile and a nod of thanks, causing the servant to look slightly bewildered at the gesture.
He was taken, naked, down a long corridor with many doors on each side and lit by small oil lamps affixed to the walls. They had nearly arrived at the end when the guard stopped.
“Your room.”
Pan thanked the guard and opened the door. The room on the other side was modest though luxuriously furnished. The large bed had a canopy of coloured silks and was strewn with pillows and cushions in the
