The afternoon was fairly quiet; though Drinian knew he was going to have to chop some wood or have one of the servants chop wood soon, he felt lazy.  His morning out with Hilda proved somewhat fruitful in that she had gotten him a new outfit for church; of course, he had no plans on going to church so he could only imagine he would wear it on a date, if he ever got one of those.<br/><br/>He was daydreaming, though, about Amora.  He pretended things had gone better the night before; he thought about what it would be like to learn all about her; he even thought to himself how foolish he had been to think of her or any of the servants as just property.  She thought even more and more about her and Lotor.  It occurred to him that Lotor liked anyone that came through a door with a dress on; was Hilda lying to him?  Still, if she told Hilda she liked him, then that must be the truth.<br/><br/>Entering his mansion, he barked an order to Hilda:  "Go, put these new clothes up in my room."  He really just wanted her to go away for a moment so he could find the hiding place he enjoyed just resting in.  Oh yeah, that's right; he had given that room to the new girl.  Well, that was the perfect place to hide, he thought!  Who would think he would be there?  Maybe he could ask Amora to help him hide.  Gently knocking on his old wife's room and hearing nothing, he slowly opened the door and seeing no one inside, he entered and gingerly closed the door lest Hilda heard anything.  Hopefully, Hilda would just go away and leave him alone the rest of the day anyway.<br/><br/>He promised himself:  ten minute nap, that's all.  He would need to get the mansion ready for his Lord's visit next week, so he couldn't sleep the rest of the day away.  He knew it wasn't right to lay on his servant's bed, so he just lounged on the chair that was there.  Praise the heavens!  Some silence from Hilda; a nice cool, crisp afternoon; and some silence from his thoughts.  Just ten minutes ...