Drinian opened his eyes slowly; when he saw Amora looking down on him, he grinned.  She was as beautiful as an angel.  Grinning from ear to ear, he commented, "I was hiding from Hilda; I really wanted her to stop bothering me.  She's getting itchy since my Lord is visiting next week.  Anyways, she must have taken a nap or something, I haven't seen her in a while.<br/><br/>"Oh, you must be tired.  I'm sorry, I let this place go after ..." he pointed to the picture on the wall.  "I guess after she passed.  There's hasn't been love in this house for a long time.  Well until now of course."  Lord Drinian just sat and thought about it for a while.  For a long while, there was awkward silence in the room.  Suddenly, the door swung open.<br/><br/>"Lotor!"  Drinian remembered the promise he made to Amora; but he did not perceive Amora wanted to have the date night with him.  Lotor was taken aback to see his master in the room since it appeared he was ready to have whatever he wanted that night.<br/><br/>"Lotor, plans have changed.  Her lady, Amora, wants to rest tonight.  So keep your pants on and get out of here."  Lotor complained at first:  "But, master, you did say ..."<br/><br/>Drinian continued:  "Maybe you didn't hear me the first time; I'm STEALING your date tonight."  In a huff, Lotor left.<br/><br/>Turning to Amora, he directed her - "Please, sit down take a rest.  It occurred to me that Lotor didn't even know who you were until Hilda told him about you last night; at first, I believed her story until I remembered that he hadn't cut any firewood yet because when he was supposed to - he was in his usual hiding place fast asleep.  During the time that you supposedly had seen him, you would have seen him cutting firewood.  But since I haven't seen even one more piece of wood from last week, it was apparent I have lazy servants.<br/><br/>"Now, our time last night was ... let's see, cut short.  Let's pick off where we were ... what had I been saying?"