Finally out of a long, hot shower, Orion felt clean and reinvigorated.  Funny how hot water and some suds will do for one’s demeanor.  Exiting his private bathroom with only a pair of boxer-briefs on, Bernard was ready and waiting for him.  Unlike the last time, however, no clothes awaited him on his bed.  The Prince grinned, appreciative of his valet remembering and following instructions.<br/><br/>Having decided what to wear while showering, Orion said to Bernard, “Let’s go with that black suit I favor so much, red silk tie, white shirt with the crescent moon cuff links, and the black ankle-high boots, please.”  Nodding in agreement, his attendant disappeared into a sizable closet.  Less than a minute later, he reappeared with the requested attire, which he held onto while the Prince dressed himself bit by bit.<br/><br/>With a quick glance at his wrist watch, he realized it was a little over 40 minutes before dinner would be served.  “C’mon, Bernard, let’s kill some time in the gardens.  I could use some fresh air.”  Following a slight nod, the pair advanced toward the door, and down the stairs.  By now, dusk was waiting for them outside.