<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Noon in the council chambers," Cameron promised.  He petted her hair softly.  "If you wish my company again, my love -- I will come to you through the passageway once you retire for the night."  He glanced at the tapestry behind which the door was hidden.  "Precious few know of those tunnels, my love -- and those who do will keep them secret."  He kissed her once more before rising and gathering his strewn clothing.  "I would not say no to being housed nearer to you," he suggested carefully.  "I am not certain if that is something you desire but -- I am currently housed at the end of the corridor, one floor down and half a wing over."  He gestured vaguely northward.  "Being in the same section as you would be both personally convenient and defensively sound."</span></span>