Yet he couldn't bring himself to be rude, and so he endured the clumsy flirtations until, at last, he managed to convince her that everything was absolutely wonderful, that the council would be fully informed of the wonders of the Red Boar Inn, and that he really did need a few minutes alone. "To rest," he added with a courteous smile. "It's been a long day." Orena giggled, almost touched him, and batted her eyelids so rapidly the wind nearly put the bedside candle out. "Well, when you've done," she said breath-ily, "come downstairs. There'll be a meal and drink for you. And your friend, when he gets back." The eyelids batted again. "On the house, naturally. Your money's no good as long as you stay here." He thanked her profusely as he eased her into the hallway, then closed the door and sagged gratefully against it. Somehow the room now felt remarkably like a prison. It didn't take long to figure out that the chair wouldn't hold the door against a determined pusher, but the window was at least large enough for him to wriggle through if he had to.
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