Stepping into his room, he felt he had a little solace in knowing some important member of the clergy might be able to help he and Amora to court, though he didn't know much beyond that.<br/><br/>Drinian looked; the door was smashed in like an elephant tried to ram it open.  "Milord, I'm sorry for the door.  Lotor tried smashing it in, who knows what he was doing ... "<br/><br/>Suddenly, Hilda began weeping.  "Hilda, what's wrong?"<br/><br/>"Milord, you have to leave now ... and punish Lotor in a very bad way!  I didn't mean for him to hurt the child.  I'm sorry child."  Hilda pushed Drinian out the door and closed it behind him; he had to know what she was talking about.  Just as soon as he was ready to open the door, Hilda commented, "Don't come in my Lord; tis not right for you to see Amora like this."  She kept weeping, "I didn't mean for him to, I'm sorry.  I will go get some clothes for you to wear."<br/><br/>Something happened to Amora?  Drinian knew that Hilda could be very hard on servants; but she wasn't evil.  She did misjudge personalities, she must have misjudged Lotor.  Had he really tried something with Amora; in his room?<br/><br/>What could he do?  Servants in society could rape one another until the cows came home, and there was no retribution unless the lord of the house was related to the victim.  Drinian was now mad.  He had to trust that Hilda would take care of Amora, and Drinian remembered a similar horror story for Hilda when she was young.  He trusted that, at least in this case, she could relate and would be of help.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, he was knocking on the door holding one of his wife's dresses in his hand.  Coming to the door but not opening it all the way, Hilda exclaimed:  "My Lord, how many times do I have to tell you to go away, tis horrible?  You can go to sleep late ... oh, thank you - I need that dress."  And then she slammed the door again.<br/><br/>The rest of the evening, Drinian vacillated between sorrow, love, and hate ... sorrow for his love, love for his admirer, and hate for Lotor.  He did not know yet how he was going to deal with his servant, but it would be quick and swift.  As a nobleman, as much as he was Lord of his house - he had to be careful how he dealt with his servants.  There were laws that bound his hands from doing the unexpected.<br/><br/>Hilda gently came down the stairs.  "My Lord, servant Amora is back in her room resting.  I am sorry for letting this happen; what should I do with Lotor?"