I had a suspicion that I had not only drunk too much the night before, but that in some way I had made a fool of myself. However, before I could get into a complicated state about it, I went to sleep again, and didn’t wake up this time until two o’clock in the afternoon. Me, the Sleeping Beauty. I got up, shaved, dressed, and wandered down. The place was as lively as a boarding school in holiday time. I tugged on the bell rope and when the bearded lady appeared demanded black coffee. She seemed unsurprised. Schloss Obersteinbruck was the sort of place where black coffee was drunk at all hours, I suspect. Afterwards I annexed a rug from my bed, retired to the woods behind the castle and slept some more. I dreamed that I was playing water polo for England and came to the surface with a struggle to find my face being licked by a mastiff. Attached to the mastiff by a steel chain was Trüe. She was laughing at me. “It was a shame to wake you,” she said. “For you looked sweet in your sleep.”
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